Lock, Stock, and 2 Smoking Mics

You cant rhyme like youre orange

I got it on lock like a doorhinge

Girl in my cock shes tired of your four inch

Yo goldy lox better stay out my porridge

When it comes to lyrics theres a shortage

I lyrical powerhouse im em, big, pun, and pac

sticked, stunned, then rocked

Your clock goes tick tock your times up

Wise as shit i despise your clique

Lies emit from your loud mouth

I spit a lyrical roundhouse to your face

Till your faggy lisp dissipated

Hungry as fuck even after the whole dinner plate

Im sitting next to a bloodful cobaine

trying to aid his bullet hole with rogain

My tactics are immaculate an assasin

Thats passin frantic accurately rappin

To every syllable and simile

Hes super nimble lyrically agility

With the ability for simple intensity

In his voice flowing middle name niagra

Your boys are bowing their arrowheads hard like viagra

My pupils narrow when i escalate in on my foes

Rap pupils scarecrow i penetrate throats

With talons or talent i got it in gallons

Stop with the poutin and quit with your Shoutins

Put so much sole in it call it new balance

I say let bygones begone bye!

Step right or get blown sky high

I come in the club dual wielding microphones

Rub me the wrong way feel about broken bones

Im so sick and crazy ready for a meal my mouths soaked in foam