Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:12 am
First off dude why you sayin nigga if you da great white hope? i guess ill let you keep playin da game dat you think yo rhymes are dope/
intertwining wit my bones my ass ill give arthiritis fuck dat ill give elephantitist, know you know my rhymes are sicker dan da AIDS virus!/
yo chick way above a dime? den im pitchin quarters, in da futuere ill probably be pimpin yo daughters/
dnt let me heal,ill whoop u on a wounded calf and pull back yo grill, yo aint flowiin over yo heels,youl be stackin change while im getiin mills/
da only thing u blow is ya candle out b4 u sleep, ill break ya knees so u cnt speak/ plus a fly was da only thing u clapped, come back and challange me when u learn to spell anthrax, and ill do u worse dan da 9/11 attack/
i know i didnt just see u write nigga, u weak ass wigga/ u da one who doesnt have a chance, fuck ya illusions,my rhymes leave yo ass n a trance/
in a million years u wnt even be able to fake it, cause the education u lack wnt let u make it,u just white bread and bad 4 my auteries,ill put u an art room and youll be makin heavy pottery/
u flow sound worse dan da dick n ya mouf, yo flow like u a reject tha came from da south, fuck pores man,yo flow is a drought/
the man in da trench was ya sister on da job, she slobbin on my cherries then she got on my knob, fuck da job u da one dropped da soap/
intertwining wit my bones my ass ill give arthiritis fuck dat ill give elephantitist, know you know my rhymes are sicker dan da AIDS virus!/
yo chick way above a dime? den im pitchin quarters, in da futuere ill probably be pimpin yo daughters/
dnt let me heal,ill whoop u on a wounded calf and pull back yo grill, yo aint flowiin over yo heels,youl be stackin change while im getiin mills/
da only thing u blow is ya candle out b4 u sleep, ill break ya knees so u cnt speak/ plus a fly was da only thing u clapped, come back and challange me when u learn to spell anthrax, and ill do u worse dan da 9/11 attack/
i know i didnt just see u write nigga, u weak ass wigga/ u da one who doesnt have a chance, fuck ya illusions,my rhymes leave yo ass n a trance/
in a million years u wnt even be able to fake it, cause the education u lack wnt let u make it,u just white bread and bad 4 my auteries,ill put u an art room and youll be makin heavy pottery/
u flow sound worse dan da dick n ya mouf, yo flow like u a reject tha came from da south, fuck pores man,yo flow is a drought/
the man in da trench was ya sister on da job, she slobbin on my cherries then she got on my knob, fuck da job u da one dropped da soap/