>yeah right, laugh now, cry later
>sorry to say, ya flow ain't greater
>baby ya plane needs an aviator (ha-ha..)
>ya talk about peter gunz, I don't think so son
>my ex lax spit will give u the runz, hon . .
>and make u do laundry strictly for fun
>ya rhyme resume needs a cover letter
>then maybe you'll hover around better
>cuz yo hip hop ain't hiring, only firing . .
>wack emcees, even femcees, & nicki wannabes
>postin' but never hostin', only boastin'
>ha-ha,,relax why I start coastin' . .
>all ova ya grill, ya nigga ain't ill
>gimme the dope if u need a thrill
>oh, forgot u on the pill (ha-ha . .)
>ya need to get outta that reality tv
>and get honest B, I'll show u how to make a G
>or two, or even three, then you'll be thankin me
>told u to laugh now, cry later, so don't get caught
>in the downtown loft, gettin niggaz off
>gotta tell u ya rhymes are soft ..
>softer, than bread, my metaphors got'cha coughin' up lead
>rainin' bullets all ova ya head, ya heard what I said . .
>baby u need to take a break or do the harlem shake
>damn, wait . . I forgot u fulla hate laced like date rape
>now u owe me, it's only probate, not a pro rate
>ha-ha,, here I grow again committin' that deadly sin
>c'mon get'cha azz in, it's 7-to-zip, I win . .
>ha-ha!!!


ur shyt is weak and leaks net geek
my shyt is at it peak
runnin laps around yours like a track meet
ur shyt is oxymoron and hardly fo the streets
and ya gurl gotta eat so i put u to work fa me easily
ur measley bars arent creative enuff
snuff ya in ya grill and tell u to toughen up
or cut
it out
run up on u in ya own house
douse u in lighter fluid on ya own couch
afta that u be walking wit a slouch
im like thas what u get fo running ya mouth
we can take it anywhere up north down south
cuz im the host
and ur ish is casper the friendly ghost
get ya toast im made of plexi glass
and these cats cant surpass cuz they lack
stamina
im more reckless than jeru the damaja
put it on camera
me whippin yo behind like im ur mother
u britches got garters
cuz u feminine
just another dude i RIPped-just send em in
and nicki wannabe? gtfooh
i hit u so hard u still seeing glares
like u on acid
i do this for practice
see i push that shyt like milk moving gallons
bulleyes to ya melon
make u catch a case
now u a felon...





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