ALL WHA U SAID.....


LES GO........



Might as well said u was "ghostin" and let the crowd-just-"boo"-it//
I make ya regurgitate ya organs when I reverse ya "body-fluid"//
Lyrical Took a "pregnancy test" to determine this battle on how-he-"blue"-it//
how-he-"shoot-it" well through-a-"needle"//
this "dope fiend" leaves and never comes back Like an introduced-re"boot"-sequal//"oops"-beat-you... and I flipped ya insides wit Clorine until
u-was-see-through//"Upload my arm" on ya comuter and let my fist-meat-u//and thats how I treat-u...
Verbally defie the laws-of-physics//

UGH DUN LIKE DAT........

Im tha cure fo constipation, i got ya niggaz shitten/dont be smitten cause yall dont even understand the words that ive written(smitten?)/I seem ta cause excitement and elation/ask Lyrical, even if he had a 4 leaf clover they'd still be outta luck/cause wen i bust my ryhmes even Daffy would Duck/so jus call Chyna tha ryhmin machine/emmitin steam,rhymes ive seen them comin, their for-seen/battle me so much u used ta losin, its become your routine/now ya pride's bein demeaned, lookin in tha mirror at ya ugly grill got ya a low self-esteem/I came to fill ya face up with more lead than pencils/ they way the kid spit got to be mental/b/c every time I spit a bar kid you going insane/then I shooting shots to you frame/ look like you shooting insulin into your veins/and you cant complain/nigga you know you not worthy of it/even I smoked a dro on your bars, your bars still wouldnt be high b/c Im stay high above it/nigga Im mo like your fortune teller, b/c I can see kid you have no potential/nigga you will never be a rapper so sit back listen to my bars and find them to be influential/ nigga I know Im your idol, and you want to be just like me/but you cant because you cant never be the best like me/


BLAH BLAH BLAH UGH..... LAS TRY........


THIS NIGGA REALLY GARBAGE JUST LOOK AT THIS NIGGA'S SPITS//
STICK WIT YA WRITTENS CAUSE YA FREESTYLE IS WACK//
HE RANNED THIS MAN TALKIN' SHIT HE CAN'T HANDLE THE FO//
NIGGA THINK HE GANGSTA NOW... WATCHIN' TOO MUCH SORPRANOS//
UNTUCK SO MUCH HEAT STAR ME FOR PART THREE IN RAMBO// (DAYUUM)
RELEASE 400 DEGREES INSTANTLY ONCE I LET MY HAND GO//
LEAVE YOU LIKE VINCENT VAN GOUGH HAVE YOU MISSIN' AN EYE//
THE FEDS SLUMP GUYS GET THAT PUMP TO YA SIDE//
WE RIDE CADDY'S BEAMERS ANYTHING WE IN IT CHIEF//
SEE US CRUISIN' DOWN THE STREET IN PUFF DADDY BENTLEY'S//
YOU STUFFIN' BIRDS AT WENDY'S AND AIN'T CUTTIN' NO CASH//
BUT WHEN MY HEAT BURST IT'LL LEAVE A BULLET STUCKED IN YA ASS//


AWWWW FUCK IT.................