Cykoshyne...LET me battle.. and tattle your BABY sister rattle...Eat you up like cattle...a cow...throw in the towl...becaue your done...son...this is OutRuN...pullin in my gun for fun...Im Phatter then Big Pun...freestylin for fun...on this site...my rhymes are tight...youll have to say good night...Because youll get knocked out...and youll just sit there and pout...like a club scout...like you have a cum drout...numb lyrics..make you touch the holy sprit...because im on top...wipe u away with my mop...then youll be dropped...let my lyrics pop...in your ears...rippin you for 20 years...hold glass`s up saying cheers...buy me 4 more beers...drunk and high...still rise up rankings in the sky..i never lie...that im one lyrical guy...not to shy...to cut you up like an apple pie...come and try...and win...youll have to pray my sin...makin your head spin...soo fast...stingin your dumbass like glass...thats the past...and this is the present...when your girl comes...my dick in her ass will be pleasent...like im the president...gettin bent..like i dont have your girls money spent...confused...its hard to be the one to lose...and youll get all boo`s...from people saying who...my lyrics are so stuck on you like glue..youll get spited out in 2002....my crowds are tuned in...when i make the pin...for the win...make you have a grin on your face...lookin like you got sprayed with mase...you big discrace...trying to take my place...go and say a prayer...beause youll never get there...i swear...you will care...when i fuck your lady bare...so hard i made her pussy tear...whats that glare...behind the door...lookin when im fuckin the hore...your girl...givin me a twirl...