It's May 16, 2024, 09:42:02 AM
detachin your flow from your head, "with-movez-from-my-gun-CLIP"//leavin you half-naked and ashamed like "britney-with-her-nipple-SLIP"//u probably numba one contender to "worst rhymer of the year" awardz//my chemical polutionz makin niggaz always havin bad concluzionz//check my spectrum, my flow is "divided-in-all-DIRECTIONZ"//ive finished "blastin-my-INJECTIONZ", lets the board-membaz "start-the-ELECTIONZ"//
i dont fight leave that to tha "docs and nurses"// i use my tounge as a gun and my "lips as a scope"// i'll have tha cops draw ya pic wit "chalk" on tha "ground"// an ya rhymes are a fuckin joke cuz you "talk" like a "clown"// i know ya wanna retreat like how pitchers "balk"* at tha "mound"//
like with mariah, ima pay you to stop throwin your wack recordz// u probably numba one contender to "worst rhymer of the year" awardz// check my spectrum, my flow is "divided-in-all-DIRECTIONZ"// ive finished "blastin-my-INJECTIONZ", lets the board-membaz "start-the-ELECTIONZ"//
i use my tounge as a gun and my "lips as a scope"// my words are chrome point "tips an u runnin outta hope"// when i'm thru ya wont "walk" after this "round"// i'll have tha cops draw ya pic wit "chalk" on tha "ground"// i know why we battlin cuz you like to "stalk" tha "renowned"// an ya rhymes are a fuckin joke cuz you "talk" like a "clown"// but like a sneeze guard at a salad bar i can handle ya "droolin"// just call me Mr. Kane cuz i'm done with tha "schoolin"//