uggghh...
Lyrics
This tek cant return fire like a jammed nine/
I got my shit organised like planned crime/
let me help you blow up...assist you with a landmine/
Cuz you really lackin flava with all those bland rhymes/
Only time you were tight was in your mothers womb/
This kid close to me?...he must be in the other room/
Injectin a dose of acid lyrics so now you a corpse/
Cuz puns metamorf and hit at a bigger speed-than-warp/
So read-retorts im droppin stoppin his-moves/
Like false accusations you puns been diss-proved/
This hi-light material is inferior even under a street lamp/
The flowin-champ...
Put you thru pain to elevate like growin cramps/
i'll forever stand tight while wackness your fate/
Ya puns 'never land' like hittin ground on 'jacko's estate'/
Deadly with a pen...yea i see you pokin ya eye out/
You cant restrain doubts/
That ya flow fly only when you sip from plane-spouts/
Your a 2nd grade emcee at the age of fourteen/
So killin me...it can only happen in your dreams/
After this battle is over you wont be spittin no mo/
This kid forgot to flush the way his shit doesnt flow/