dissin k-9

dogg you lines dont even rhyme/
talkin bout 9's , my personals send a chill down ya spine/
they said crime pays but your dumb ass couldnt get a dime/
your flow is not understood, like you were spittin as a silent mime/
you wouldnt be hot in the head, if a flueroscent bulb was shinin on ya mind/
you are past your prime, outta the lime, you represent wackness ahead of its time/