This White Boy's hated, Im playin up on stage.
*Elevation From My Last Rhyme* (Crazy Rage)

Turn the page, I bust outta my cage, by the *Bullat* of success the way i was raised.

Gunned Down. Phsycopathic, brain be actin crazier than
*Shady* bitch took my name from West Craven. Behaven unbelieveable, Undefeadable, finally chokin cuz the challenger aint readable.

Im tearin at my hair, wonderin should I say *Fuck It* would the crowd even care.

Spittin my life sentence to *Death Row* on this open Mic,
Brainz frozen wit *Antisipation and notin to write*

Freestyled *GAngsta*, In school I be the prankster, back up in Flint we don't play wit them Wankstas.

I got it down pat, think I know what Im sayin but my brain has gone wack. I can't act or spit, crazy shit, Eyes dialated cuz my head is lit.

Forget it back to the battle, I can't let this *Emcee* make my brains rattle.

Im up on stage bro I cant *Choke*
there goes my career like I was *Tone Loc*

Aight Im white bitch i know I aint black, It's down pat, fuck it I drop the mic down flat, as I hear laugs at my fuckin back, I turn around and cock the fuckin Gat!!

(Gun Shots reing in the City fo pain, ~ShEmY~ mothafuckas you know my name!)