tryinnnnnnnnnnnnnn to get a little bit tiiiipssyyyyyy

yo, when i spit my thunder it’s gonna make you pious
praise the lawd! He’s come to preach the sweetest science
i know you’re not smart, so i’mma keep it simple
i’ll fucking pop you kid, like a mother fuckin’ pimple
shakespearean in quality? Do you fucking craft soliloquies?
the only thing you profess is your sheer stupidity
dirty and gritty, like the streets of fucking lindsay
question me again and i’ll make your life a fuckin’ misery
i am the epitome of brilliance, so vast is my genius
you’d have to be knievel to jump this gap between us
and on that note, i merely took a break
your shit was so awful i couldn’t help but shake
and convulse, it was so fucking atrocious
you need to write some expiali-dope-shit
i'm your worst fear, i go bump in the night
you were way over your head when you wanted this fight
but now i have you locked in, you're snared, you're mine
this battle is a joke, clown, and you're the fucking punch line

its been quiet, real quiet.

Miss ya'

man, you must be hella retarded
guess i have to finish what i started
departed, like a fish outta water
shit son, your father shoulda called you his daughter
you're flailing and failing
while im prevailing, you're
burning, roasting, and toasting
im coasting and boasting
a lyrical explosion
you're equal measure to dust, most damage you do is erosion
of your own brain, an inane,
insane, mundane chain
of words haphazardly strewn together
my verses are bound by iron and leather
i use 'em as a flail, to beat you with
because at the end of the day, you're still a little bitch
you don't impress me, and im not fucking scared of you
i find you revolting, even your wack rhymes make me spew
spew bolts of thunder, my breath cools molten earth
this fucking shit you say is as painful as childbirth
you only make me dizy because this shit's making me sick
you're only dope because you're stupid, you're cocky because you're a dick

all the ballas on the block gonna bounce when i spin it
in it to win it, kickin' this shit from the start to finish
i eat whack mc's like you for breakfast lunch and dinner
and you's on my menu, i'm a fuckin stone cold killa
when im throught with you there aint gon be nuthin left
even you can see that im the mother fuckin' best
king of the world, snortin the finest vinax
you just a god damn peasant, your rhymes give niggas heart attacks
so yeah nigga, keep talkin your game
but at the end of the day they gonna be screamin' my name
especially yo girl when im done heatin' the speaker
we gon mix shit more than a god damn beaker
you talk about my beats, but your shit's fuckin weak
your projecting your own future to be so fuckin bleak
your shits boring, monochromatic
like they was made by a vinax addict
incoherent and lame, but my shit's real
now tell me this nigga; how do you feel?