Vylint
Get down son, how in the fuck did you get the title now punk?
come to think of it, last year you aint even make it past round one
Make the sound hush, i'll make you run that like i told ya
Then put you outa so much $, spit look like he under my shoulda
So you aint badass, that's laughs, and herb you'll see the news
If you the root of all evil, i'll make herbal tea of you
Welcome to the show, it's free of charge and sick so you know
The voters wont need a ticket, to 'admit' that i'm dope
I get cats hype, i'm illy some so dont be silly son
Cuz i got peeps more Highstrung then Billy Gun
spit would think im a chinese chef when i devour shit
because i'll turn his sweet talk real sour quick
Spitacular love's feeble, i seen it come outa you
But me and kyle use to get on aim, and diss the FUCK OUTA YOU
Then when i came i was solemn yo, wrote mags and all them jokes
did a whole article on spit, and still didnt column dope
dont swallow, CHOKE, mother fucker i got heaters ya see
and everyone'll agree, that you just hold that belt for meters or me
I put this off, for maybe hours or days, who cares, the powers amaze
So if you think you smell victory, i must not of showered today
son the illest true rapper, u all make me hoot laughter
Cuz your more green with envy then an angry Bruce Banner
You a lame gay, and dont you worry about the stained blad
Cuz i'd cut ya head off, but you the one who shoulda saved face
you arnt hurtin me, and i'll murk that speech with certainty
cuz i spoke "be easy", and you took my advice perfectly
Theres no promises in rap, and that sucks ya see
so act up to me, and i'll make ya skull all its cracked up to be
Dont laugh man, i'll slash that half ass rap and
Make you fucking hit the deck, like you lost at black jack
