*cracks knuckles...prepare to be boxed in bitch**mic check<<1-2

i bring lyrical pyrotechniques and blow this nigga as the crowd watches and stares..
i'd scream heads up if yours wasnt allready up in the air//
i spit them lyrical ferocious mudd raps//
u aint throwin punchlines nigga those are love taps//
my niggas got gats lyrics whips and bikes..
just cuz u holdin a rock in ya hand dont make u a crip tonight(kryptonite)//
its my style that u lovin postin like russians..
the only hot bars u drop is snickers out the oven//
im like like landscapers ima blow this seed//
the only chance u got of winnin is the poetry forum below the league//