Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 6:09 pm
che-che-checkinnnnnnnn
I'm gonna make it clear that I'm about to make this bastard disappear
These lyrics gonna be ripping you apart, slicin ya throat from ear to ear//
the scores projectin puke after your own relfection
i bet you tend to pop a viagra just to score erections//
where's the talent? obviously not in my poor opponent
your mother sounds better then you when she's moanin//
think you're the best? then Nas was right, hip-hop has died
haha like George W. Bush, you're getting no votes tonight//
I'm cleaning up this dirty filth as if it were a required chore
you couldn't awaken these voters because your style is a snore//
your ships broke and sunk and ya rhymes are washed up on shore
i'm the greenest of grass you're just a small smelly pile of manour//
Did you really think you had a chance of standin to me an winnin?
Your chance of winnin this is less than your chance with women//
hey, i gotta new name "ThaOneWhoSucks" wit fourteen fuckin losses
this is just my borderline- hop off it, goin for fifteen? common lets see you try to cross this//