yo, im a mianiac, when it comes to rap/
now let me see you go thru this trap/
this trap, is the battle, you got your self into/
your shits wack, you'll get splack, for spitiing crap//
yap, yap, yap is all i hear/
yo gear, for me, might be the biggest fear/
so be aware, what im spitting in yo ears/
couse what i spit, would leave you, to never come near/
plus ima ganster, joka's making cd's, couse im a hustla/
but still, i see, yo ass in the streets....as a custommer/
so now i wope you deasent; couse you battling me, in my faverite season; for no mother-fucking reason//
dam, you gotta be crazy/ you gotta be lazzy, like one of does, who write lyrics like crazy/
you might walk around, with a back-pack, full of it, like jay-z/
and now you spitting it, like crazy/
you not understanding, i freestyle best when im blaze/
and blaze, i am right now; so ima leave you daze, plz ...dont ask me how/
couse my style is the hardest to learn/
knowing this, you'll leave, all the other atrist to burn/
so learn, when is your turn, you gotta think hard/
so hard, you'll even leave your brain with a scar/
but dont worry, is just a lost of a couple cells/
but you hear them bells, it means, every time it rings, some one goes to hell/
and for this sittuation, im the ruller of creation/
leaving mc's, to thinking only braking pro-bation/
living in 4 cimits; but this one----comits master-bation/
but dont be sceard; your name would still be heard, as a illistration/
heard in the wackest radio station-EVER!/
if i was you, i'll kill me/ but you kno better, B/
JUST LET IT BE, COUSE THIS MC JOKER, IS A KILLER/
A REAL MC ILLER.....
MY RECORD DEAL, STILL A DRILLER/
LIKE REGGIE MILLER, STILL IN THE PACER'S/
MY RHYME, GON' GET HEARD, IN A MILLION ACER'S/
YA SOME REAL GANSTA'S?......NAW... YA SOME FAKER'S/
ACTING LIKE SOME REAL, HARDCORE MONEY-MAKER'S/
FUCKING WITH ME, IS LIKE FUCKING WITH A LIFE-TAKER/
BUT SEE, ORIGINALLY, MY RHYMES ARE GREATER/
PLUS THIS MY FACILLITY, AND I HAVE THE ABILLITTY, DA KILL YA/
COUSE YOU FREESTYLING ME, IS LIKE COMITTING ARM ROBBERY, AT MY PROPPERTY, SO IMA HIT YA/
WITH ALL MY HEAVY ATHOLURRY, AND GET BACK MY JEWLRY/
WELL, NOW YOU KNOW ME, FREAK, AS EASY AS TAKING A PEAK/ IN HIDE IN SEAK/
I NEVER HIT WEAK/
EVEN WITH THE SORREST BEAT/
STILL LEAVE YOU LOOKING LIKE RED MEAT, AND OFF YO FEET, RIGHT INTO THE LONGEST SLEEP/
IF YOU WONNA GO AGAINTS ME AGAIN, IMA HAVE A WINNING STREAK/
2 IN A ROW, AND THE THIRD VERSE, WOULD LEAVE YOU IN A DEATH-ROW/
COUSE SEE, MY FLOW'S DRAMATIC, AND MY PUNCH LINES AUTOMATIC/
AND MY RHYMES JUST A HABIT/
SO YOU SEE, IM A HARD BUILTED MACHINE/
NEVER ESTAMATE MY SKILLZ, WHEN FREESTYLYING/
COUSE THEN YOU BETTER OFF HIDING, RATHER THAN BEING INVOLVE IN a 187/
WHERE YOU'LL BE THE ONE, TAKING A VOCATION TO HEAVON/
BUT SEE, IS UNFAIR FOR JESUS, COUSE HE DIDN'T SEE IT COMING/
ME FREESTYLING GIVES GOD, LESS SPACE IN HEAVON/
BUT THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR FUCKING WITH A NON-LETHAL WEAPON/
I TOLD YOU I WAS YO ENEMY, BUT STILL YOU AINT GOT NO ENERGY, TO RUN FROM YO FEAR, WHEN IM NEAR//
EVEN A ROOKIE SNIPPER WOULD DROP YOU LIKE A TEAR/
WILE DRINKING 2 BEERS, BUT STILL HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE A DEER/
MAN....THIS RAP BATTLE IS DONE/
ESPACIALLY AFTER ME SPITTING IN THE POSSITION OF A FADE-AWAY/
I SPLIT YO BRAIN, WITH PERFECT AIM; BUT IS TIME FOR THE GETAWAY/
DAM!!! IM A MOTHER-FUCKING RAP SOILDER/
AND THIS BATTLE WITH YOU, IS defenetly OVER/
SO WHO WON?
GOING ONCE...GOING TWICE...
SOLD TO THE NIGGA NAME JOKER!!!