yo dumb kid does this hurt, we dont need summer in winter//
he says he gots cannon but hes talkin bout his printer//
he aint got shit for sho, i spit this flow, i ripp my foe, and i happen to rap better//
he calls himself 'the storm' but who really wants this bad weather//
NO ONe.... so juss go home..//
coz al nino and the storm alike juss really blow//
im really dope, al nino blows alot and rarely chokes//
im here to flow wit spiritual enlightment//
like a dumb slut whos never been but fawked im tight shit//
i'll write shit to leave u exposed like janets right tit//
u dont make sense like a anorexic on a diet//
when i spit its crazy shit like a riot//
you and the game will never work like slim shade and mariah//
this gays a liar.. its not right man//
ill be the rapper u juss be my hype man//
he turns off gurls like the light on my night stand//
the only way u might stand a chance in this tourney//
is if burn me. u unoticed like the burmese// (dont ask?)
hurt me in this tourney ? man u cant touch this//
if i bust this and lose this aint justice//
if i lose ill ripp shit off ur chest juss like justin//
