lmao hey jay-ron u here this crap
all i gotta do is bust outa strap
an cap leave a nice little gap
right threw ur neck
u talk like ur the shit but id wreck u in a sec.
so here is a battle request
gimme a test ill leave u blessed
with a lyrical shot in ur chest
make u digest a bullet proof vest
put u in a fuckin cardiac arrest
so hit me back without u talkin bout how ur obssesed
with eatin out a grown mans crest

Nut sounds like a dirty slut
Screamin out frustrations while takin it right in the butt
My intuition leaves me with one decision
Thats to spit with precision
Open you up like incision
Dont duck I aint missin
You can take that cake shit back to the kitchen
Ive been itchin and twitchin to split em
Cock back release my nine
BANG! See it hit em?
Only one place you releasin thats ya draws go shit em!
Ha! Im the hottest nigga feel these rhymes
Ha! You the coldest nigga, I got you frozen in time
Spittin line after line I'll dismantle ya spine
Go ask ya girl I just hit from behind
Holla! ha ha ha ha! Gotcha!

That shit was hot!

thats was some good rhymin

fuk with me i consume ya doom
cock back the hammer watch ya intestines fly across the room
i spitt them 'death sentences' ya cant contain my lyricks
im a be the one to 'desend ya spirits'
now u all nervous like u caught -AIDS-
got u all in range watch me aim
put u out this earth leave u with no type of trace
u a bitch that 'licks nuts for bucks' thats what i call a ~nutcase~
u cant ride with me
but maybe cuz u get it form the behind G

Jay- ron equals a cheaper verison of cam'ron? I think so |
He aint got now flow to show, so he needs to drop the blow |
Ya lyrics seem to be the same as a man know Ludacris |
Ya probly dream of coping a feel to Jadakiss |
Ya gotta work on ya rhyme, shit is small like a dime |
Killing ya cant be a crime, ya did it all in ya own rhyme |

meeh

NUTCASE u keep squeezin in like u tryin to fuck a fat bitches ass,
Cept that u ain't got no stayin power to be in dis class,
You've wandered into a killin zone way outta u league,
Who gave u the mic and told u u could speak,
Muthafuka who died and told u could battle,
bitch u just follow me like dumb ass cattle,
hang u in the slaughter house bleedin on a hook,
gut ur ass and take a pictorial for my kill book,
Bitch u wastin ur time tryin to pick a fight,
Cause it ain'nt right to kill a muthafuckin hermaphrodite.

Mc Porno your only seen in gay ones
you aint gettin none, but ill stop makin fun
i'll fuck ya mom till she cums
You that stupid ass bum
call ya dollar bill, cuz you live in the slums
you get the chills when i spit my rhymes
I'll come up n hit you from behind
knock ya broad sided, you wont know what hit you
you better take a side cuz im ready to spit at you

Man that really sucked, MasterMc?
No,no you sound like tha fuckin homo.
You fuckin moms yeah right you wish you had.
You still tryin to recoup from being fucked by your dad.
Oh thats so sad, but tha truth fuckin hurts
Heres another truth dawg at night you where skirts
Cut nipples out of your shirts
Dont fuck wit me cuz ill knock ya dick in tha dirt
My nine millys ready
To pump shots through ya belly
Leave ya totally shredded like a nightmare with freddy
Yo yall check out this kid spittin from S.Hampton
Now check out my cypher cause dawg i just clamped em

iceberg man you not even nice
ill put hole in each side of you like a dice
tha niggaz i role wit dont give a fuck
cause your life like b-e-t we rap-it-up
dont take it personal homie im just sayin
i got bitch on her knees and she aint prayin
yo i keep a duece-duece like emmit smith
like donovan mcnabb i also got tha fifth
you a wack ass rapper and you startin to bore me
i get pissed and shoot 3 like robert horry

Cuff listen dogg I'm only here to embarris you
Leave ya fallen like a man that can't open his parachute
I don't play boy ya wackness can't attack this
Virginia's flow needs practice its obvious your an actress
It's certain that your a virgin to rap
I'm servin closed curtains in ya cradle cap
You might play tha field, behind tha line thats a fact
Believe I get mine like Warren Sapp, chargin through quarterbacks
Aren't you up to date, Horry missed that shot my friend
It was off so it never went, thats why Phil Jackson'll "try again"
Take that advice, but lets put ourselves on a reasonable level
You stop actin like a rebel before I quickly dishevel

Gayhull, dawg, you lick more ass than toilet paper,
just add kids and *bam* instant child raper,
i dont got real beef with you i am just the initiator,
now you know about 'beef' you chronic masturbator,
you say you are 2-1 but look at your battle record,
from the looks of it your just another innoccent body about to get severed,
i have been here for 2 weeks and already am well known,
and your a kid midget you are just left ungrown,
you licked more colors in a rainbow and i aint talkin bout lolly pops,
stop trying to flow, your worse than *bad boys* off of cops,
can any one spot rushville on the map, of course not i could fit the whole population on my lap.

I made this fool scram quick i made Jay Run,
Im a bully i made this fool pay a ton..

Im like a prophecie cause i am bound to happen,
i came here for the soul reason to stop what you call "rappin"
the last ill shit you ever spit was your lunch,
thats because i turned your stomach sideways punk,
you cant stop me you 2 lining hoe,
im like your knowlede... something you'll never know