fuck the rap you cats talk on gats but turn coward-you dont drive eddie bower-you a fag that ride like adina howard-
if you refer to yourself as having beaf pray its sour-or get left devoured-
i put time in this-training punchlines and hooks like a boxers physical fitness-ready to battle in an instance-and pass rappers like flachalence from my intestents-
do you realize-the dedication it takes to write every night-
how many rappers died so i could establish my self as live-
keep my flow virgin so you aint fucking with something this tight-it's like a fist fight-SPIT PUNCHLINE on acapell-so when they say battle.......it's tooth an nail-
non centz got to be one of the gods-cause as far as rapping bitches wouldnt feel where YOUR CUMMING FROM with your knob-in hand during a blow job-world renound-i get more HEAD KNODS from your girl then you can get with a 3 pound aimed at the crowd-spit a puchline but you aint like the sound-then got bitch slapped when you rewound-
i eat m.c.'s like you for dinner and it aint even brunch-so for now im just feeding on you my brains out to lunch-but i got a hunch- a bunch- say i aint shit on what i spit on-you wanna be pussies i told through your RAGS up and you swung tampons-
you get ripper and stripped regardless of ZIP-im like an iranian postman with anthrax delivering ill shit-coast to coast the world get infected-my dope lines cant be smoked but a mic fiend can inject it-
it dont exsist if i dont blast it- every HIT i spit is a DIME like va prices for acid-NON YOU CAN ASALAMICALLY fuck with me verbally-there is an eclipse where i rhyme so no one is sunning(sonning) me-
ORDO ABCHO order out of kaos-the sequence for you taking a fatal loss-you internet m.c.'s clame the big PPLE but come out MICRO SOFT-