This rap ish is wrapped up
reynolds turned to wax
old and dried up tomatoes
thrown on stages where the hippies
hype the rap game in the name
of poetridus

Roses are red rappers
this is gangsta
throwing up papyrus
roughneck poets
throw your guns up
arm guns cock weezals

I see dead rappers
trapped in a writers block
letting off fumes
from a mummy tomb

Ezzz?watch your womb
it's foul and pussed up
I had to refresh your
new baby boom
this battle ish is older than
God lawd stop this charade
rants of corn cobs no salt
just butter boxers
men sweet like sugar ray
Ya'll gonna learn today-

this is cousin Shay from
Bk