Who's your ghostwriter?Tell him that he don't have skill/
I'm a disease my words worth is known as ill/
It's a real shame u can not get pa** da fact that u can
learn alot from me now who's a** is wack?/
This ain't an open mic this here's a playground act/
That's occupied by spoilt brats so bring da adults back!/
I'm a producer i make beats wit a baseball bat/
Case in point u wouldn't wanna face all that/
Since u can't write a rhyme u should leave it alone/
Leave da scripts to da professionals & slither on home/
I'm an abnormal growth plus a tumor too/
You so unknown i can't even Google you/
I can leave now there'll still be no room for you/
Now u know i'll end it wit a bit of an Umm/
Since i can't make a comeback walking backwards i'ma
say this shit backwards i'm back 'till u cum/
& i neva really lost u neve actually won/
& i don't wanna diss this bitch but it has to be done!//
green u need to tone it down man
u gettin ur a** kicked u need to find a cave to lay low for a while man
I would have never taken kindly to ur critism if I knew u stank like a somalian hobo's a** crack
I'll make u scared to log on to africasgateway
batman wit me u'll never see the time of the day
ur blood be all over my teeth like tooth paste
let it go while can
whack mc's like u are used for for mic bate&tossed off like empty beer cans
did'nt ur moms teach u respect for ladies,
why are u carrying on like a dog wit rabbies
u need to buy thinking cap&take off ur panties
them rymz dat u spit make Will Smith sound gansta crazy
just because you are a fan doesnt mean u should rap
man,amo leave it to J-Lee put a foot up ur a**