ha, ha. ha, Alright dawg let's it it
You try to rap against be but you ain't got no shit,
Every thing you say I spit back, bit by bit
With lyrical force, my poetry's unleashed
Brought by the dieties to slay the beast
the wack rapper, who sings about ho's and bitches,
Wears a bandaid on his face when he ain't got no stiches.
I'm sick of this shit, Will one of you commit
To try and increase your wit.
Learn a little metaphysicals and philosophy,
Otherwise don't brother to rythme with me
My herculain strength, with mallet it hand,
Will crush your bones from stone to sand.
Go home, the fights done,
I don't wanna whip out by gun,
Gonna try to run,
My bullet moves faster than your bentley,
why do you think Zeus send me.
A comerial rapper's like a fly,
Everytime you kill it another flies bye,
But this time you'll all die,
I'm in charge, I'll go for the neck,
Slice precise, dice,and peck
Out your eyes, gouche out your heart,
Because it the rap instrustry you don't play not part.