AYO,

IM SOME 'FAT KID', U CANT DIS ME, U CANT KILL ME, U CANT PUT ME DOWN
I KILL EMCEES LIKE U WITH MY TEARS, I JUST UNLISH MY THOUGHTS TAKIN THIS

FONY-CLOWN
BACK DOWN TO THE HELL HOLE WHERE THIS "ILL" EMCEE CAME FROM UNDERGROUND//

MY LYRICALY-THOUGHT-OUT-IMAGES MURDER UR WEAK ADVERESS-ILL-NESS
ITS LIKE U JUST WANT TO BE BUM WITH UR TUM UP, U DICK 'RIDING'GAMES ARE

POINT-LESS//

I WENT TO SCHOOOL KNOW AS THE FAT-K.I.D(EE)
U CAN RIP ME, I LEAVE UR MIND IN THE DUST,
WITH THOSE ANNOYING LINES ITS LIKE THEY ARE JUST PURE RUST
I KNOW I MUST BE THE BEST, CUZ I'LL TAKE U DOWN, WHEN I THRUST
THREW UR 'LINES' I LEAVE U SPEACH-LESS, I'LL JUST LEAVE THIS INGRAVEMENT ON UR

GRAVE "R.I.P(EE)"//

IM SOME WACK KID, BUT MY 'ID' SAYS IM 'SPIRIT', THATS COOL RABBIT
GRABS MORE EMCEES TO THE TABLE, ONE BY ONE RABBIT GOES THROW UR

INTENURAL-ORGAN-BULLSHIT
I KNOW RABBIT & SPIRIT BE MORE ILLER THEN UR MOTHERS HOME COOKIN APPLE PIE, ITS

JUST PURE SHIT//

U CANT HIT US EVEN IF WE WERE 2 FEET IN FRONT OF UR FACE, UR LINES
JUST MISS 'US', ITS LIKE U TRY TO HARD TO BE LIKE 'U-2' CUZ ITS US-2 VS U-2

FAGGETS, UR PUNCHLINES
AINT HURTN-SHIT, SO QUIT UR BULLSHIT-JACK-IN-THE-BOX-PUNCH-LINES//

IF I WAS BLIND I COULD FLOW MORE RITHMICAL-NOUNS
WHEN I SPIT THE SUBLIMINAL WORDS THEY SOUND
MORE ADVESE THEN UR WEAK THRID GRADE SHIT, I RUB UR RIBS INTO THE GROUND
RHYME AFTER RHYME RABBIT GRABS UR FEET, TIES U DOWN//

WITH HIS "ONE-LINE-PUNC-LINE", ITS LIKE RABBIT SPITS A POETRY-LINE
IT HITS LIKE A "MISSLE" DAMAGIN UR LUNGS WHEN I SPIT TOXICICATED-LINES
I INFECT UR MINE MAKIN UR SPINE HURT EVERY-WHERE, U CANT COMPARE UR HUMP-DY-LINES
TO MOTHER-GOOSE, SHE WAS THE CREATOR, AND IM THE TURMENNATOR
WITH THE LOGICAL-MINE(d)//

I 'ENTER' "DEATH", I 'BACKSPACE' UR RHYMES CUZ A PLUMBER WOULD 'DELETE'
UR FABLES IN ONE 'SPACEBAR' I BACK-TRACK 'SHIFT' I RAN U OVER WITH THE ELITE//

VERSE RABBIT SPIT, I HIT 'F5' TO REFRESH MY MIND, I HIT 'TAB'
TO JAB//

UR GUT WITH MY "UP-AIROW" I STAMp ON THE 'CAP-locks'
I'VE TOOKN U OUT WITH A SINLGE glock, i've tooken u down with my'SCROLL-LOCK'//

I TAKE U DOWN WITH MY BOTTONS EVEN A ORGAN FLOWS MORE POWERFUL WORDS
THEN U HITTIN ON A BILL BOARD with the word "LORD"//

HOW DARE U SAY 'RIGHT-HEMA' IS WACK, WHEN U CANT EVEN BACK-TRACK
WITH UR OWN VOCABALRY, I LAY THIS ONE TIME GLODEN CRACK-SMACK-TIC-TAC//

BACK AT UR FACE, U SIT THERE WHITE, THINKIN CAN I MAKE A NEW RACE
THIS AINT UR CHANCE TO SUX UP, ITS TO SHUT UP, CUZ IM THE 'ACE'
I OUT NUMBER UR 100-WORD-NOUNS AND MAKE MINE SOULD LIKE A PLACE//

THATS JUST AN ADJECTIVE U CANT FLOW CEE4, UR BITCHS IS A WHORE
I MEET HER ON 'KING-STREET-CONQUER', I MAKE MORE QUATERS THEN USA BE AT WAR
WITH THERE OWN GOVERNMENT CUZ U FORGOT TO MAKE THE PAYMENTS ON UR 2 DOOR-car//

I FUCKED MORE BITCHS THEN 'cee4' SINGs IN THE SHOWER WITH A no-wining-RHYME
BOUNCIN OFF THE SHOWER-WALL, HITTIN 'UR WORST ENEMY' BACK INTO THE CRIME
OF CHILDMOLSTIN KIDS,AT THE PLAY-GROUNDS,I flip ur corny verse with my ill rymes//

QUIT BEATIN AROUND THE 'BUSH', U KNOW U LICK AROUND THE HAIRY-'TUSH'
I STAB UR LINES, I KNOCK-OUT UR SPINE EACH 'ONE-WORD-LINE' I RUSH-
UR FACE WITH THIS RAMPAGIN-FLOW, ITS LIKE IMMA MAGICAL-MAGE, BUT WAT DO I KNOW?
ALL I DO IS JUST SPIT RHYMES AFTER U GETTIN BEATN BY RABBIT, HIMSELF, OH NOO
THAT CANT BE, CUZ U TRY TO HARD TO SEE THE LIGHT, I JUST KNOCK OUT UR SIGHT OH

I COULD LET RABBIT BEAT U AND CEE4 WITH HIS OWN 4-LINES
BUT THEN I'D HAVE TO INVOLVE MY "NINES"
THINGS GETTIN MESSY, I SHOOT UR "BACK-BONE" PLAYER, CEE4'S SPINE
FALLS TO PEACES, LIKE HIS SINGLE PUNCH-LINE GETS EVAPORATED INTO A FINE
DUST,U MUST BE KIDIN 'UR WORST ENEMEY'IS URSELF,OR IS IT UR DUMB & DUMBER-LINES//