Lyrics
Your days are numbered like a calander, I’m crushing challangas, you wanna “piece of me” like cannibals, you and the mic just aint compatible. Im battling an amateur, a rapper with no stamina, like religious mathematicians, hope you “count ya blessings”, manifstd thought aint coming back for seconds, reckoning this fucking dog is “barking up the wrong tree”. Who’s winning? That’s a “no brainer” like zombies, now hes got his “wires crossed” like electricians, and that’s the “bottom line” like a copy write, quit spittin, yo kid ya need some talent, hit ya with a mallet “just for kicks”, til your balance starts to slip, when im done with this bitch. He’ll be “tongue tied” like a French kiss. Beat me? “over my dead body” like a tombstone, im always spew flows, at my shows I get more “claps” than cymbals, ya raps are fucking simple. Pull your card right now, ill open up ya chest just so you can “eat your heart out”
……Ayo imma take this motha fucking gun, its time to reload it, just to leave ya spine “disconnected” like a cheap modem, this kid is always stealing lines, but this “dog’s bark is even worse than his bite”, ya couldn’t write a “straight line” with protractor, hold back up,unlike this fag,-roll that blunt, hold that thought!...beware cause this homo “hits below the belt”, I’ll ask your bitch for head so then im knowing that im “felt”(oooo)Like hemroids- you a “pain in the ass”, just a fag trying to rap, imma slap thee, give ya the “run around” like a track meet, when these guns come out-you duck, shut your mouth or-run, now you get the picture, I aint the “sharpest tool in the shed” but I still rip-ya……
I know that im “the shit”, but I don’t “rub it in”, this fucker thinks he’s the best, but that’s simply bullshit, put a bullet in his chest, pulling clips to clap glocks, soon to be a rap star…manifstd thought=”without a leg to stand on” like a pirate, he don’t to deserve a mic, hasn’t even learned the basics.. Like the matrix, beating me is “in ya dreams” Kill this faggot who’s afraid to blaze weed…
