Yo, Biggdz40cal you want some...you bumb...you can sum up your rhymes...like money...aint nuttin funny...when you lose...its my choose...when i rip out your krew...i`ll rip you up for a mountain dew...boo...you suck...you should of took a ride on the loser truck...i dont give a fuck...your stuck...out of luck...only money you get will get bucked...like im from Milwalkee...man im jersey to the fullest...splirge lyrics on your ass...flyin fast..past your rhymes...allways on time...to climb up above yours...makin you drink 40 bottles of coors...makin drunk tours around this site...you might battle and win...sike..go take a hike...you think your mom aint no dike...you think she wont ride me like a bike...she will get a huge spike up her but...youll lose money like pizza hut...or youll be trying out...and youll get cut...off the team..dream again...rate my lyrics from a 1 to 10...send my shit through U.S. mail...dont bail...when your lyrics become stail...so frail..youll be beggin for battle bail...like you in jail...throwing you out like water from a pail...your lyrics are slow like a snail...youll allways fail to win...drink gin...so you can take a swim...to the losers braket...makin all that loser racket...bring your lyrics...so mine can crack it...my words are stack spit...when i rip...i throw in a stem...eat u up...spit u out like flem...lookin like a fake gem...in the store...trying to get picked up by Al Gore...but youll fall down each floor...when my lyrics sore...so high and tight...your dumbass will have to say good-night...