blakka-blakka-piow
Now, what IS this?
Some b!tch trying hard to get busy
Lord be my witness, i'll dispatch him with quickness
For instance:
Is 16 lines all you're worth in this business?
Busta, peep this – you ain't 4x4
You're a push-cart with gimmicks
Yeah I'm talking to you, clown
I killed Kennedy, I killed Kenny
And I'm coming straight to your town
I'll be funny with it
Embarrass you with extraterrestrial sh!t
Like Alf did
Then smear mustard inside your eyelids
Now THAT'S violence
And what you're trying to claim
Is nonsense, I'm the bloody consequence
Of talking too much crap too loudly
Your whole style's eclectic
Like the buildings of Gaudi
Now take a dip, coward
Cuz now you can't scat proudly
You sound like a lucy, but the last name's not ford
You can't match the atmosphere
It's more like a pussy
Too much homo-content in rhymes
What?
Trying to be the sign of the times?
Want to feature with Zaitsev on MY3-TB?
Sparring with you is quite useless, you see
You're like Lil' Bow Wow over Casio –
I'm more like GZA over Prefuse 73
Talking 'bout “stop you”? Damn you sloppy!
I'll call you “3.5 inch faggot Hommy”
Why?
Ask the floppy midget friend in your pants
Cuz you can't even copy
i don't care if Marseille is your bread
Bwoy you better off dead!!
Amd my last message to follow:
Read my signature, wanxta...