[MERIT]

Yo if thats the best you got dawg ima send you back to the minors
Gettin' brave up in my face you'll walk away with 2 shiners
Like alzheimers
It seems that ya forgettin'
I spit hot fire
Its nothin' but jizz that you be spittin'
Yo this nigga's actin' gangsta
Every one of his rhymes is a f*ckin' lie
His closest thing to "ghetto" is sellin' niggaz his mom's fried rice
Yo dont get me wrong dawg
It aint nothin' like im racist
I just cant look ya'll in the eye cuz they too slanted on ya faces
Yo you tryin' to steal my style
Bitch I got you spotted worse than a leopard
Stealin' my lines in the only way you'd ever sell a record
He calls his ass an "OG"
Yo I gotta argue wit that
Cuz he aint the Only Gay rapper
Thats ever fallen victim to this cat
Talkin' 'bout "ecstacy" dawg
Yeah you do rap like you been trippin'
You brought a knife to a gun fight
F*cked wit me
And came up missin'
And who the f*ck's gonna take a name from Shakespeare?
Only a f@ggot'd be named hamlet
Put your ear up to my door
Tryin' to steal my rhymes until I slam it
Yo your punk ass is from Cali
And only 2 things come from there
Steers and f@ggots
And I dont see no horns up in ya hair
Ya style is queer
Like Elton John up in his bedroom
Throw ya ass in the trunk just to give me some more legroom
You call me a comedian
Yo I'll take that as a prop
Folks'll laugh right along with me
You done f*cked around and got Tupac'd
I'll snatch your soul right out ya chest and eat it
In fronta ya eyes so you can see it
No need to fight back dawg
Everything youve got Ive already seen it
And beat it
I dont even comprehend why you try anymore
Done beat you to the floor
Im so tight I aint even gotta try no more
You tryin' to hit it big like a rapper named Chingy
But you be workin the front desk at the Holiday Inn
You cant be a rapper if you Chinky