lemme do it my complex style, not bringin dah gullyness yet...hollah atchure boy boy::

yo,
i'm hiphop warrior armed with Samari-Swords
Bring Heat like Devils, this Medicine-Man will Cure-Colds
Poor-Souls get Pour'd on the Floor like Blood-Flows
Tough~Enough to Crush Rap-Lords (i'm tha Jugurnut-Hulk)
Unstoppable Rhymes that will Destroy All who get in the Way
Straight take a Bat & Smack ya Face-with-it
Putchu in the Place where Jackson shot Thriller-In
i'm the Killer-Mang...Sick wit Lyrical-Illness (i'll Murder-kids)
Boostin my Career to the Fullest, the Truest shows Cruelness
Soon to get Rich & Pull-Benz, Full-Time Business-Man
Earth Revolves only Cuss i'm Livin (not u or Anybody)
i got Pumps in tha Shotty to Release on Body's,
Black-Bags get Zipped-Up, Dam! don't that Shit-Suck?,
i'm Ridiculous the Fact that my Lyrics are so Sufficient,
got No Reasons to Give u About my Talent in Spittin,
i'm like the Einstein of maken Words-Connect like Scrabble,
i'll Cut-Heads Off & Toss it in Snake-Holes,
...i Rape Hoes, Take those Girls & make Porno,
kats Show-no Inner-Self Thoughts like Cesar August-Do,
fuk u & dem Crews, I'll roll alone if i have to (i'll Back Smack You)
put Bullets in yur Stomach & Laugh atchu (cuss now u don't got the Guts to)

i'm out