Alright man, i'm just gonna finish this...

Nigga I'm All That like Super Dude/
Ya gassed like a Subaru/
Soon to lose/
Beat ya on the beat/
So ya soon to bruise/
Say ya won round 2?/
Still confused?/
Verse still ain't rhyming/
Cause it's more like an interview/
I'm more in a winner's mood/
I don't need parenthesis/
For emphasis/
Bout what i'm fiddna' do/

(win...)

Ya bitchin' like a feminist/
But still folding linens fool/
Saying your a criminal.../
Say ya bars rhymed?/
Well it must be subliminal/
Instead of rhyming/
Making sound effects like Emeril/
Say ya smoked Meth?/
Must of got the wrong chemicals/
Damn ya third verse got some long ass intervals/
And I know you rehearsed to pronounce the syllables/
I denounce this nigga/
Smoked an ounce of this nigga tho/
WHY CAN'T THIS NIGGA FLOW!?!?!?/
I tell him/
He reply back "how" like a Seminal/
My verse made him lie back/
Plowed on his genitiles

ya punk bitch...

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.