by SoniK » Dec 26th, '05, 23:23
ey yo to put it simply
shady ur lyrics wrinkly
they ageing, yet with age things get wise
but ur rhyme straight denied
the right to be called good
they ent even hood
they preshool, giv up lyk u should
giv up lyk u wud
if u wer faced wit me, two lockd and loaded
lets see it, you simply a cock with motive
of tryna beat me, man u cudn eat me
i'm a gone off biscuit, too hard to get beaten
i'll cut u ryt up, dump ya body in sweden
and spit it in a trak later, tell em all i'm defeatin
and u the victim here, of a serial killer
my mic aimed at ya chest, and i surprise like thriller
shot gun, coz multiple disses pierce ya chest
u feel lyk pamela anderson, wen i pierce ya breast
u will no the pain, wen i put nails thru ur hands
as i spit it raw, battling any man
and woman for that matter, a new eras beginning
and i'm winning
no matter what, mcs killin
to be like me, i cud eat a famous mc
and spit him out, make him a nameless mc
so when u already nameless mc, imagine what ur end be?
probably be left for dead, strugglin for breath
probably be left without ya head, wondering what's next
but u can't even think without ya head on ya neck
but u myt as well be lyk that, cuz u dont mic check
i check mics, and cheque write like a cashier in monopoly
u needa sit down, and not battle me
plan shit properly
before i expose u in a dress and thong that u wearin
i dont care if we cool in life, on wax i aint caring
bitches needa sit down and stik to audio mixing
im lyk a builder here, luk at the mcs im fixin
and ur ego gets smaller as myn get's bigger
i can do what i want except say the word- (u no what it is)
THE END