From: (No Email available)

Date: 2004-03-02 05:36:44

Comment:

Man, your rapping is so lame, no one believes that you're the real me, your just a wannabe faker who still has his mommy wipe his ass for him.

Check it out dwag
Yo tinkin you stick?
Me gots da bad ass rhymes
Me makin' yo sick
Whippin' it up like jelly on a plate
You wanna retort? Well your too damn late!
Now slowly
Tinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head iz cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in da street, it's so fuckin' pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with yo, hoe
Mad at yo riches
Now she switched, turned miserable
Cause ahe wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too, ha
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty of ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser
Yo just a wanna be me
you can't yo faggot, yo bitch
Yo coward, yo clown,
yo just wanna be down
So you- wanna be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you wanna be son
I'm the one an only
But you- wanna be me- you sucker, you're weak
You flunkie, you fake
You couldn't come close on my worst day
But you, wanna be me
I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession
Turn your direction... Now!


Now i've pounded you into submission you better not even think about coming back for more, If youve got a death wish then give me you've MSN you chicken shit.