ight this prolly gonna be shitty but u know ill try....if dis shit sucsk and u gonna say it good, dont even reply

i drop shit like a pigeon,
leavin mcees intentions
to find a beat thats sinful to spin to
saw my fuckin arm off and jus beat you
lyrical rape cause my mind is jus so deceitful
lyrically u aint on the same level
a criminalistic minister teachin words of the devil
spiritually debacle the rhymes u niggas rap to
have you starrin in snow white like my name is bashful
so let me preach wit serious sets of intentions
im the one they call minster, go ahead up my sentence
or betta yet jus call me bin laden and search for me
if i say fuck you, dont take it personally
cause i say things that would only work for me
if u try to bite rhymes they'll find u surfacing
on a near by lake pond or ocean
your rhymes quit explodin like the war with iraq is over
ill leave u sickened, wit siphlis and malnutrition
spittin disses to niggas who continue wishin
that they could spit and not live a life of washin dishes
hand me another banana clip my trgger is itchin
not to mention im on parole and prison suspension
i lead wise lives carryin knives fuckin ya wives
leavin her on 101 on the side
packin signs with thumbs held up high

yo i gotta go ill finish later or some shit