Bleh.
I'm about to rock the beat harder than a crowd and solos,
Got you blinded by my rhymes like you was playing Marco and Polo,
Oh no...Unnatural disaster, this rhyme master,
Is kicking it faster than any other rapper,
Got you covered by plaster, so your unseen,
With rhymes like this I'm the perfect machine,
The super rhyme maker like Kid Rock, the career breaker,
Cause all of you bitches are faker than Pam's tit's jiggling when you shake her,
Woah...Major flashback, would you tap that?
You care about economy, naw not a rats ass,
So gimme the mic man, just pass that,
Give me the opportunity to kick some wackass,
Give them Epiphany's make their heart cold as ice,
No one can rhyme it with flows as tight...As me.