who want some off smiff? who bold enough? i'll battle any person and his crew. i'll go first or you can go first. set it up and come and get it

i aint tha type of guy 2 run around braggin actin like im nicer than i am
but fact is i'm good if i wanted i can
aint no point of lien no future in frontin
but i'll show u sumin if its a grade A type of ryme u wantin
i got it 4 u homie i dont take tha time to think
i type i write or write quick when i shit on mcs it stink
and if niggas want static i can smooth it out hershey
or i can turn ya white tee into a mesh jersey
it doent matter 2 me dog im quick wit deese rymes
u couldn't catch up wit me if u threw ur clock in tha ice box 2 freeze time
readin ya minds is like goin threw a double spaced typed paper
readin between tha lines
so next time u cats want a five minute schoolin
u can hit me up we can go to tha lines for deulin
f.y.i dis aint real writtin rymes jus jottin and doodlin 1

I thought you rhymed well when you wanted to battle//
but To my surprise, 15 lines, of just babble//
Please let me know if your going to brag//
cause, to devour these phrases, would just cause me to gag//
your not an emcee, your just toying with tricks//
change a T, to a jersey; funny, while my lyrics transfix//
I'll scramble your grade A egg's in-to a cake mix//
I guess you're jus an example; of, when your rhymin' in the stix//
I've done it - I've said it - not commin' to conclusions//
I'm jus' messin around, captivatin' your disilusions//
It's evident, the educated, integent mind//
Will take a minuite, kick back a flow, N drop a couple lines//

If u wanna battle ppl u shud go on front lines

im in the same cell with oj and mike tyson//
i dont wanna be a wide reciever or a juicy substance//
i just wanna be a leader is that to much to ask//
is the world that afraid of my un political ass//
so they link me in here with these two bullies//
one killed his sister and the other bit a ear off fully//
and there in here beat mixin and battlin//
pistol wippin words as fast as an anti-acid//
but that shit wont work on me cause im the flu in your stream//
ill mix up your blood so much it will curdle untill it turns into grease//
cause im on fire now and its the grease in my stream that keeps my gas up full throttle so i can spit fire at your dreams//
and end it all in one torch like when you were 4 on your porch//
dreamin of bein a rapper and bumpin in your new thousand porche//
but thats all your good for is dreamin of bein adord//