yo its been awhile since i held this mike in my hand
i got a battle now i'm lyrically fightin this man
I got diareah cuz i'm shittin on niggas
i'll rub your ass out then i'm countin my figures
Masta t u a poor sap thinkin u can rap
i came from the hood no need to adapt
i love your bitch cuz she shake it like a beely dancer
and she keep me in her mouth like my name was jolly rancher
dats ya bitch yup dats yo chik
and i aint talkin bout cheney when i say she loves this dick(dick cheney is a presidential official in us)
I got skills you aint never seen or heard
blind niggas readin only time they feelin ya words(they feel brail to read words...feelin ya words..LOL)
Chorus *2
Masta t u dont really want it wit me
you get rocked and yall will quickly see
i'm a gutter mother fucker when it comes to this shit
youdont like it you'll be kissin this teck
(shit talkin)
Masta i dont know why u think you can beat me
descreatly, you a bitch and thats the way i treat thee
u a Pussy and thats where you get yo name
i listen to your raps why they sound so lame
Gad must a been slakin when givin you brains
i'll be gettin dollers while you beggin for change
lets get it clear live in detroit right off 8 mile
Usin spritz is the oly way u hold up your style(spritz is hair hardener.....hold up your style...LOL)
Talkin in your ryhme why u doin commentary
ghost writers helpin you cuz they know its neccessary
even if you was a taser it wouldent be stunnin
and u couldnt blow up even if ya name was underground london
Chorus*2
(Shit talkin)
Take you out like the towers and i'll Cater(al' Qaeta play on words)
Nigga get claped and u breathen harder than vadar
i got more punches than a heavey weight fight
Cant kill me sean paul is the only way u gimmie the light
I knew you riden nuts but i never expect it
Wen i see men my dick gets erected(masta talkin)
Thats masta punk ass thinkin out load
fuck action stop snitchin cream niggas blow
to your mellen~911 is what your phones yellin
like the movie dont say a word aint know tellin(i'll never tell is what the gurl says)
U sound like shit your ryhme i kept puasin
u couldnt clap me even if you was aplausin
Chorus *2
(shit talkin)
Rep yo hood nigga
