self proclaimed best MC.....in ya mamas bed
Rap Spectrum, bia.
Lyrics
whos this kid that aint rappin right mack the knife
turn this up and ill see you in the afterlife
the devils alcolyte, step and meddle
and ill take precious metal off ya skeletal stackin ice
now you wanta talk about your album right?
outta sight, literally... that shit aint soundin right
first, yo flow... (yo dont go there)
but dude raps like he got a full head of nose hair
nasal toupees, couldnt spit shine
if ya had toothpaste and a pair of muddy boots layin
this flow is fire like butane
dj's avoid scrathin his shit like new paint
you get strong armed for usin louis armstrong
in each of your soft rock fruity tooty pop songs
im alluding to the clue you that dont drop bombs
odds of the undisputed truth lose to this knock off
are very low, ya death broadcast stereo
couldnt go a round with me on merry go
hip hip cheerio, i eat you like fish and chips
ya white washed and lie around the house like picket fence
