I spit lines within my rhymes commit crimes in due time::
Sooner or later a stupid ass'll come back, ya lil mutha fucking masterubater::
Ya need a good educater ta mess with this::
Fire will burn, ice will freeze fuckin liar get on ya kneez, dont leave till im pleased::
I said it b4, ill say it again, im unstopable like kim possible::
Straight to da roof of ya mouf goes my fist without a doubt::
Im the new kid with the illest shit so ya know ima let it show hold nothing back::
Ya want weed? ill bring the sac, if yall want crack ya fucking whack::
get ya own crap, while ya doing that ima let ya honey lick my sac::
no lie im better than you, so what chu want me 2 do get out the game? if ya think that ya better slow down, lay off the crack:
Once you've hit rock bottom ya cant get any lower than that, fix ya game -n- try-n rap again::
If ya get in my stash again, ill shoot ya ass again::
this time no missin, fine ill take a second-n stop dissin, listen im to deep ta start missin::
once ya in "ya in" theres only 1 way out. Fight-n win or fukin flee the hell out what can i say? dont dont go that way::
Ya smell like crisco but fuk that it's time for ya dismissial, Tap dance ya ass out while i whistle::
Why ya still here i dunno, but i BET it's cause ya like mah flow




inspired by my fat math teacher Ms. Trask, she do smell like crisco

nice lad, but u shud of been doing math so its poo,lol. Nar it was good kid!