Boo-hoo! Don't get so mad, cause I'm very rad, yeah, I know I'm ill, and none can compare with my skill, yeah, I can't be hold still. But you know what? You're just another carbon copy, you're style is very sloppy, after the great me there's gonna be lots of clones, but I can't ever be replaced, I'm sitting in the throne. I'll take you on with the element of surprise, and be your demise, so yeah feel free to despise, I'll burn ya like a wild fire, which sad cuz you're just another pathetic child, who won't be beating me anytime soon, cause your rhymes are whack, I'm a shark whose ready to attack, so think twice before talking smack!!
You call yourself rad? Are you mad? You must be crazy Maybe craving some sleezy Remember how I told you I rocked your girl steady Truth is i rocked her hard I told her pick any card She chose the one on the bed "let's hit the bed" that's what she said She rocked like a craddle She at on me Like a saddle She screamed so loud She made her moma proud Did she tell you she's having a girl Cause I gave her A nice swirl You think your like 2pac 2pac 3pac 4pac 4pac 3pac 2pac 1pac nopac Your nothing like 2pac Your flows are dispizing Hate to be criticizing You flows are slop Truth is your mommas a cop What you embarrassed Truth is you never had a first kiss Tell me how you are considered a rapper Your like an m
The game is what I conquer. Competition's what I slaughter, I'm on top, while you're underwater, you're just like any ordinary mother-fucker. You think you can spit just like me? Haha, SIKE!! I'll just let you be, cuz your shit is fucking pathetic. My verses are energetic. You wanna get crowned? Ha, you'll only be getting drowned. So watch and learn, cause you're about to get burned! You still think you're the best? Well, I'm gonna get this off my chest: your in the middle of the coo-coo's nest, yes, I have no sanity, and I'm here to destroy your crappy vanity. I'll play you like a fucking game-boy, and eat yah like a kid eats chips-a-hoy! This other verse is over, I quit, Sign ONIZUKA, on your girl-friends tits!!! Well, I'm don't for now, u really good pal
All your rappin is whack, If I were Alan sugar, I'd give you the sack, Your rhymin? Just no. My rappin it flows, And it's what I use to get them hoes. Your tryna act cool, Girl your lookin a fool, I'm a senior, your elementary, In rappin freestyle school.
Yo im back How was your day? Mine was whack Im a straight up baller, better than shaq Im the king of rap Bow down fools Yall ain nothin but crap Man where u put my baseball cap?!
Your last line was poor, man I tend to rap hardcore, I've got you listnin in, like you want some more. Your askin about you silly little baseball cap? You think your John cena? What's up with that? It was a nice attempt, But I look with contempt, Cos ill be spittin these lines like there's no tommorow.
Let me take a chance, Let me take a turn. Your rhymes are all amateur, Whilst mines actually burn. I'm no rapper, I'm just another poet whose words will strike like a racket So don't you dare to mess with me or I'll whoop your ass back to the 15th century *I got bored.. Whoop whoop. Hey Sexy Laddeh