Choke on the mic open up wide I’ll pull your life out
This is my house, I’ll tear ya windpipe
Out , fuck nine clouds I’ll pull the whole sky down
I talk tru tru, but I’ll chaulk through you
Your brain don’t gotta be foggy for me to walk through you
You don’t challenge me, I’m wingin it
And if YOU bringin the rain, bitch? I’d SING in it
Talking bout ya flow sick, you don’t quit
Bitch if it was big enough you’d ride ya own dick
Hopeless, kid really is wack and thinks he’s grillin em cats
With a flow to cover up his syllyble lack
Huh, Your shitty rhymes toppling mine?
I think all those bottles of die boggled ya mind
Only cock on ya mind,
if this kid dates with disc brakes he wouldn’t stop on a dime
who you think you playin with? I’m made for this
and I dunno bout 2 deep…but maybe 6
Seen the kids pic is he that tough?
Or did the real slim shady just stand up!?
Second round
Ding ding! I’m ringin the bell
Cloud nines heaven claimin he bringin me hell
If you’re chino xl, its cuz ya album never drops
And if it does, than its because its never copped
You better watch, I’ll let the hammer drop
If you don’t think you outta time you need a better watch
