Ha! I'm a hip-hop G,
Your rhymes can't top me
There's nothing you can do to stop me,
Drop a one-two like Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
My spirit's unshakable
My flows inescapable
my level's unattainable
My skill's like your clothes, it's unexplainable.
You look like a male stripper,
Who needs to lose a zipper
Hit you 'till you seeing stars, like the Big Dipper
my rhymes are killer, like a lyrical Jack the Ripper
That's funny, I know something else that got big dipped.
Like remember when you sat on Yamato and your ass got ripped?
And somehow you still started when you should of just quit.
It's not acid or venom or anything of this World that I spit.
And how can you talk to me about my dress sense?
Looking like you look, people throw you their spare five cents.
You look like you're homeless and in need of new shoes and a cut.
Here's 60 bucks so you can at least freshen up before I kick your butt.
I don't get why you come back, it's like you don't hear my words.
Or wait I get it now, you must just like getting served.
This time when I'm done, I'll throw your ass to the curb.
Hit you so hard that like your childhood it'll just be a blur.
I mean how loud do I have to shout for you to eventually hear me?
I warn you kid I'm like a black hole, you really shouldn't come near me.
You've shot up too much druggy, that's probably why you don't fear me.
You can come at me verse after verse, you really don't scare me.
