wants to be em..but really..sounds like stan..
and since you weigh an ounce i'll jus pound this man..
you'll take a loss like a funneral ya records deceased..
cause if i'm plagued by wins then i'll stretch this disease.
non-existing is ya crew won't put a hand in my face..
to tell the truth i got proof that ya bands in the grave..
no disrespect to the dead..i'm not respectin ya name..
if u in hell at war i'm buildin weapons for cain..
this first round is over..plan another day to fight..
you ain't sayin nuttin like dancin groups on stage w/ mics..
and i'm the huricane you can't get away from ike..
evacuation i'ma flood the thread w/ names n votes..
and i'ma virus..so you should entertain n host..
ya unknown like parasites you remain a ghost..
unheard of unseen no one blames this joke..
cause u been suckin em's dick so ya fame is choked..
ur the rocks i roll on not as sharp as gravel..
you wasn't rappin before u heard marshal mathers..
cause rappin was not there even now like ya skills..
you hold the mic like a fag like you coppin a feel..
he said he'd die on drugs before i'm toppin the hill..
so put the magnum to his brain..start poppin pills..
this first rounds an early trap that this mouse can trip..
i dirty rugs like ya record left ya house w/ prints..
forget it stomp on ya blood left you w/ prints..
ya wins a traffic jam -crash- you jus sit..
ya accident was facin me..you's a coupe w/ dents..
he wants to be recognized n the truth is this..
my first choice is not the cracker in a group w/ mints..
bright white..nightlight i can aim w/ dots..shine
my vision wit the scope put u right in the spotlight..
you'll win this match like hurricanes missin in florida..
bring the war to ya door like you livin in georgia..
