yao
J-A-E, this is me, Guerilla MC, im like godzilla set free
'n da rap game is tokyo, n my lyrics is like a coke row
pop up'n ya head 'n poke fro, have you gettin' broke slow
cuz im knockin' out all ya sense wit what thyne mind invents
you can pitch balls or tents, wether you flexin or fleein'
but ill still drop you like ima tree and you anerexic and skiin'
i come raw on the mic like a tongue hit from an eaten out dyke
'n my bars so hot shits is lava, hit leave you yellow like guava
ask stan lee ima true believa, supa powers from cannabis-sativa
that why cats marvel at my ways, yall larval 'n just gays
bitch im the hulk, 'n i still got more balls than marshall faulk
muhfucka you wouldn't know hardcore if you was a rock
u no pimp, u aint know a yardwhore if she be suckin ya cock
fuck man, you don't know my steez, so dont act
cuz im liable to get up in ya grill and leave ya winshield cracked

was an aiight spit cat,short but nice all the sameyou obviously a comic fan forsure haha,sall good still was an aiight spit,had an aiight flow to it...keep spittin cat and peep my shit some time...
bismillah