kinda freestyled it..

yo, listen to this home grown faggot-pussy wit-bitch//
actin like he was flowin in, like a wack-fucker-snitch//
he raps like a newbie, hooked up on crack, for the first time//
probably never been done for a crime, never less a war crime//
ever seen this newbie tryin' to rhyme, he’s worse than city life//
I’d cut his spit up with a trench knife, excuse my excessive French//
quit spittin, and ride the bench, your blood'll quench my thirst//
I ain;t here to quote sprite, I’m here to do shit unrehearsed//
PICKER, as you can see I’m not polite, why? cos you ain;t got no civil right//
to come up in here, and hinder your might, just admit you can't rap//
pretty soon your gonna feel my wrath, then you gonna plunge like the towers//
and get soaked with my lyrical showers, just so I can make you site up till the early hours//
reciting, em and dre, day in and day out. tryin to get that 1-0 in your record//
just say, that you gonna through a rhyming drought, and stop being ignored//
as I head toward that dreaded audio time, and be adored bye every rapper,//
your gonna be struggling to afford your phone bill, but I ain't ever takin' you aboard//
I’m already idolized by catz, as your being, malicioused by sewer rats//
jus don't try to battle me again, cos to you, that'd be the terminal end//