Yo I'll eat a bunch of oxies like Rush
step on stage staggerin' ready to throw up and still make the crowd hush
I'm enough to make your girl's ginocoligist blush
leave you feelin' touched after my mic is cluched
your crew is crumblin' and blowin' away like dust

People tryin' to fess like their music is cold soul
when we all well know they on the fatcat's doll
I'm not tryin' to make music to get rich see
I ask promoters how many free drinks they can front me

I say fuck ruthless self promotion
I'd rather spend my time strokin' with a bottle of lotion
shit you can take my demo here have it
I'll make another next out of habit

you still don't get it
it's not about the rhyme
or your anti somatic antics
it's about the truth
not the use of your boot
because
it's been said
"those who cherish words as a weapon
might try to strike
your heart or mind
but never forget
these heartless words
do not test
the strength we could posess
lest we share our minds in lessons"

I say bye bye to both of you all whack MC's
Your words are diseased
Not even the rhythm can carry me
Through your disgracing prose
No one even knows what you're saying
Acting like you're humble
But your words come out like mumbles
Not understandable
And that's a term you just can't handel
It's a scandal sort of rhyme that you're dropping like a vandal
Oh wait a second
I retract all I just said
I'm just a little too drowsy
Off the vodka in my head
So before you start commotion
Going through the grudge match motion
I'm not trying to implicate
Either of you're a disgrace
I just had to wait a minute
While the alcohol had finished
So that I could think of a straight way
To say you should diminish
The prose and poem battle
Now I think that I'll admit it
I claim title of the Whackest
Rapper to drop a lyric

damn a grl beatin u guyz...hahaha....forget this texture rap...get on dah mik and battle...thats the only way i do it.. do any of u gotz a mik?

Here's a key for you:

I don't rap.

Just felt like throwing lines together.

oh i see...im just trying to get better in my freestyle's....thats different from rap.. but just wanted to see if this guyz in here wanted to take this on dah miks..hehehe

i'm like spawn
i'm motherfuckin gone
when you dawn on this shit
and witness
the change
to this god damn cattle range
let me explain
you see it's not about the rhythm or the beat
only if you can please
not disease our minds
by wasting our time
with little kiddie rhymes
so don't think droopin flows really shows
anything at all
it's about the heart
yeah
that's right
it's about how much you got
for the pen you scribble with
or the mind it's molding in
it's not the chains you're wearin
or the way you deliver it
but true
it matters if
these words can captivate, not complicate

You got some flow?

yo I'm better than you
your rhymes stink like poo
my lyrics heat ya up like 10 million kelvin
then I pull your draws over ya head atomic melvin

*drops mic*

yeah i got flow....i flow like a girlz period..why u gotta mik??? i know theres alot of tight mc's out there dont get me wrong...im just saying i got some flow...

what happened to the free style?
i was gonna make it worth your while
till you busted out with some whack shit
made me think you was smokin crack, kid

all you foos sound white
trying to keep it real like sprite
a dope rhyme i just might
drop on your headz tonight