just backspace and erase wutever your attempting to type/
all hype, you too tense, get laid like pipe/
oh sorry your unable/
style made up like fables/
rhymes cold, get the mercury racin like sables/
under the table and still dreamin like dave matthews/
harboring latent homosexuality from observing my ass when i run passed you/ i attack you with words and sentences no weapons/
i think before i begin steppin/
correctin mc's grammar like english lessons/
carressin the paper with words of hate and spite/
transitions like day and night have no affect on wut i say and write/ great delight achieved when i defeat you/
witnesses observing beleive its a springer episode because all i do is bleep you/ i see you hovered in the corner with loss of bladder control/ pointed digits and laughter inhabit the rafters when i complete my goal/ seein those characterisitics you bear explains to me your lack of talent/ your logic is like an alcohol induced challenge, its off-balance/ unable to shade your flaws you stick out like calics/ i'm rough like calice/
my styles priceless and unique like vintage/
i rip claws that attempt to bite them write in the reflection of my writings image/ deminish any being obstructing my frontal view/
wehter an individual or many in a so-called crew/
ahhh-choo, god bless you/ a blessing is required in this dire situation/ facin my rear/ chasin near/ but unable to claim that you led/ i could cut off your cranium, dice it into many pieces, place them in front of me, and you still wouldn't be a-head/

aight exclusiveda
spit it kid