yo... 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12/ now im by my fuckin self/ two great women/ strong from the beginning/ and a self rightous dad/ seems like i never had/ he was there, we fight/ social adiquit in spite/ of his absence/ his a washed up has~been/ but no hes got me cryin all alone/ while he's lieing on the phone/ and hes sittin on his thron/ in his brand new home/ with his brand new bitch/ actin like his rich/ he dosent know i have a nervous twitch/ with anger in his grill dawg i know he be backin up/ thinkin he can strap me/ only two things that make me happy/ that one thing is grass/ it makes me feel like an ass/ that other things my girl dawg her name would be cath/ but cath hates the word date/ and what have is so great/ but if life was like boxing id feel like featherweight/ standing at heavens gate/ like i just got my shit kicked/ authroity figures that bitch and then nit pick/ acting like dicks or like they no who i am/ or where i can from abracadbra allacasam/ is what i wish i could say/ to make this shit go away/ and have two great women herb and cath here to stay

just rambling yo...go back to school...

yo fuck you.... you wanna battle ill destroy your ass yo and im a rookie so lets do it bitch if im just ramplin about nothin which is just bullshit then lets battle

ooohh...I see many holes in your verse so you fill 'em with curse...
why is it always a rookie without some sense that be fillin' a hearse?
If you held your flyest words by gun to disperse...
against me.... they'd be tellin' ya "man, shoot me, you go first!"

yo it'd be a slaughter...rook have some sense...if you want some advice, I can advise you...until you'll be one of tha best in here but don't over step your linez...It's fine if in self-evaluation you know where your place is...tha point is to move up, that's what critique is for...keep rhymin' you'll get there.