lit

 

starting off boy im out here gettin ready to brawl

 

these boys aint flying they be out here ready to fall

 

like the twin towers back on 9/11 wassup

 

no ice in the veins no drink in the cup

 

im a hunnid percent real

 

Purely a g

 

like a come up im speedy like bud dupree

 

im ballin on a budget i aint got no studio

 

apple earbuds nothin like them beats pros

 

im sorry to tell you, that this is the end

 

your career goes splat like the egg from a hen

 

your rhymes are weaker then most of them seventh grade arms

 

if you fight back imma put you in harm

 

id tell you to back down but you aint that bright

 

you four feet tall im up on a different height

 

your opportunities are growing weaker as you stay in this rap

 

as i open up the doors you realize its a trap

 

apparently youve got some street creds

 

but like 2 shots they be goin straight to the head

 

youre all talk you aint got nothin to say

 

if it was politically correct id call you gay

 

im the realest in the street no luck all skill

 

youre a wimp on xbox you aint got no kills

 

you feelin light headed? yeah i dont blame you

 

im startin to wonder if these raps might maime you

 

if you tryna fight you already know

 

im out in minnesota all we got is snow

 

this heat is turnt up to ten thousand degrees

 

if you dont stand down you might get wobbly knees

 

id quit while im up but nahh i aint finished

 

you a young white boy, probably finnish

 

youre squads weak, you already know

 

id battle more but its time to go

 

now that your prides gone you aint got nothin to lose

 

you can say what you want but its just gonna amuse

 

im done, thats it

 

the shows finally over

 

youd be smart to go back home and work your mothers lawn mower.