young killa believe me wen i say u need to stop
i wanna drop from a buildin jus hearin u talk
walk a straight line and i coodnt cuz im dazed
not because im amazed but coz it was crap
it seems like u trapped in elemantary rhymin
bitch u stay lyin n i bet u woke up cryin
coz u read my last verse that threw ur corpse in tha hearse
nursey rhymin like a lil kid nigga id rather listen to b.spears instead
i feed u my shit once and u hated on it bitch y u front
i know u love my rhymin coz tha glare off ur eyes stay shinin
muthafucka u dont want it wit me ull get blasted dont beleive me ull c
ur face plastered on my walls coz ur shocked face says it all
im better than u so its time for u to admit it n stop bein a hatin critic
dymes n half dollars love me wen i diss u coz dey know my shit chime
it makes cents and rhymes unlike ur shit that stays at tha bottom
droppin off tha face of tha earth coz no one replies it aint poppin
ur weak lyrics are floppin like a goldfishes wit no air
bear witness to tha mastermind of these rhymes now call me sigh-air

uppinnnn dis^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

It's Basically the dog's Bollock's.

yo shyt iz juss plain dumb, ya say i'm in elementary rhymin', ya must be jokin' caze ma rhymez leave ya shakin'


gay bastard, ya lyke bitin' people'z rhymez, ya snakez