yep i wasnt ready..
you couldn't spit if i tore off your lips and replaced them with Jay Z's
and colored yourself with
Blue paint and
Printed out some music sheets
i'll cut up in pieces and mix you up in concrete and stomp on you with Koreans
but im
people person so i'll greet you like 17th century Europeans
doubting my talents, i'll destroy the mic and leave it in fragments
seeing your tongue bleed from licking up the metal scraps of my damage
"spitting it out like them pale bitches who survive on animal meat
that hunches over regular heat when i spew out on a hot beat"
so indistinct, your flow is committing identity theft on my name
i wonder if punchlines go through you, ******** with Boehm
and creating craters with style on his a*****e,
Shyla can comprehend
matter fact, cut off my middle finger and stick it on your hand
cause i don't give a ******** and you can go ******** yourself
by the way....the part about pale people
i was forced to watch twilight and learned that they are cold vampires who survive on animal blood
and Boehm is some german guy who found theosophy
and the only reason im explaining these stuff cause some voters here only vote for classic nursery rhymes that makes little sense
sweatdrop i didnt do good did i