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fucking with me? you're a Suicide King
you'll get stomped in the ground, and ko'd in the ring
everyone wishes you were Tom Hanks in Cast Away
so your rhymes would be gone, because man they're gay
you're so bad, Elton John even calls you a fag
you should hide your face so wear a paper bag
Yo matticus, I know that your new.
But damn man that was wack, even for you.
"I'm not bad as these tools," what are they? Your face in a mirror?
If thats what you have then shit! Don't get any nearer.
You should have messed with the rapist even though I kicked his ass.
Because next time you fuck with me you know that it be your last.
Next time will be my last, and you'll be kicking my ass?
well while you're peddling over here, I'll be smoking some grass
you think that you're shining and that you're number one?
you couldn't be farther from the light on the sun
your rhymes are lukewarm like old coffee
you really suck Cox just like old Courtney
you think you're really great, you're just a ho on the side
hye bitch, when's the wedding, why didn't you tell me you're a bride?
Your verse is like your name, it doesn't have any meaning.
I'll stab you with my knife and leave your poor ass bleeding.
Your rhymes are all wack, like what I'm going to do to your head.
After your dead, your going to lie in a ditch not in a casket.
Yes how did you know? I was a ho in advantage?
I still make more cash, than your daddy can manage.
IF I DID have a wedding, you would have been invited.
You'll be the flower girl. Damn aren't you excited?
I can tell you're deprived cause you spit like Will Smith
when someone asks you for your best, you've got to plead the fifth
your words are so old they're starting to grow stubble
when you take your words to the floor, you better bring a shovel
cause your rhymes are rubble and they'll leave you in the grave
this isn't your x-box, in this game you can't save
you wish you could restart but there's no button
if you want a flower girl, you better ask your dad
cause he's the best drag queen your family ever had
now slip your man Chris, his ring and your wrist
is that a lisp I hear, do you talk like thisshhhhh?
Matticus, how long did it take you to make that shit?
Kid, you past yo bad time is yo boy still sucking yo dick?
My words are only old because you posted so late.
Now I'm going to make you wish that I didn't have to wait.
You must be confused, who the hell is "your man Chris"?
You mean "Chris Tucker"? The man you always wanted to kiss.
Your right this isn't an x-box game, theres no restart or save.
Then why the fuck is there a loading bar that takes fucking long to play.
Now I don't have to say anything else, you made yoself look dumb.
I'm just glad I made you look worse, and placed those melted bars back in the wrapper they came from.
What, are you "deprived" of a life
if this is the only gig you got, cut your wrists with a knife
wait, you're probably deprived of that too
here you go, I've got a blade for you
just flick it up, the sharp side is what you use
now man, I'll give you this, you're pretty witty and smart
but one thing you lack, is a dictionary and a heart
now go play with your joystick
rub it up and down like a trick
the only thing you'll ever win, is a racing game
I mean shit, just look how quickly you came
it was over, before your dad could yell out your name
wait I mean your brother, well in your family it's the same
maybe it's not you, but then who's to blame?
trust me you're not hot, but yeah you're a flame
There's gonna be blood spilt on your bed tonight.
No its not from your blade, its from my bigass knife.
I'm a bust your brain open as you drown in your own blood.
Spreading brain matter and bone as you fall out of bed with a thud.
You'll wish you never messed with this depraved bitch.
Wait, you can't wish anymore cause your mind is, well, splish!
Lemme try your new game it sounds all in good fun.
I bet I can get on the highscore but dude, your number one!
Blood spilt on my bed, and I'm gonna be dead?
maybe it's like you said, or maybe your toilet water's just red
you think you're gonna kill me with your knife like a carny?
you about as deadly as telletubbies and barney
get back on the streets and beg for money
but clean up the blood that's runnin
down your legs, cause bitch that ain't funny
you like the girl from the exorcist stabbing her own cooch
also about as ugly as the dog from Turner and Hooch
you want to play the game, but can't find the power
what's wrong? are you like a limp dog hour after hour?
what d fuck was all dat crap....u clunky nigga gatta learn to clap back....
your spits make me wanna take a long nap.....
and ur rhymes are so weak
dat they can be found only on a shitty dic(dictionary)
i aint gonna waist my time on this bloody swine
your luck is locked
and u cant fuck with my frok
on a mic i bet ur breathe got it all shitty and stinky
herres an advice...
wash ur teeth and ur brian...
cos ur NSYNC style got peeps saying "ur shit off the chain"...
hey yo i put u down
like this into the mic i spitin
you here me you be quitin
came in straight hittin
when i rap i use multi's
i put the ball to ya eye
when i get done you gonna cry
if you ain't yet died
i got nutin to hide
i'll tell you i'm white
and i be a folk for life
hey yo i didn't say the pope
"you didn't" hell no
i said i be a folk
ok now hand the dyke
this damn mic
noh8
emotically lettin off shots, ya get popped
quicker than ya so called 'punches' get dropped.
Lols, kid how could u ever expect to get by?
When u tried to rhyme Multee of with an eye?
Noob stepped on the turf, best watch ure foot clown
Shitt, certified - even ure names a putdown..
aint nb terrifyed by u TOMMY like rhymes...
i put u down,shoot u down with more lines..
and u gonna go to JK crying him a river for ur broken spine...
u paddy bitch shout be a GAY-UNIT fan...
dats why i see ur worth 1 grand...
yo imy name aint tommy but ill shoot u with a tommy gun
n u think my lines suk atfer da first battle u wer dying to get sum of my cum
n y ya had tro take to homeboiz G unit cuz they betta rappist da u ever dream ta be
u cant take me on im da lil versoin of LiL john n my homier sean
cuz bitch i can cuase a battle even brutaler dan da 1 in middle east islam
n were ya got da 1k cuz ya no i mite b brok but its betta da what u do
u juss out on da street a lame rappa cuz next time what what ya say im rite in front of u
nigga re-read ya lines.......is dat what u call a rhyme?......
listen...i would never die for ur cum...i'ld lick mine in my own bunk...
its like u got brain farted..cos what u wrote aint well started...
it would be better if dont get me started...or i make ur dick knodded
check dis....
i be walking down d streets and peeps be jaming to my beat..
instead,urs would make every1 laff & creep....so keep it all to ya seat an freak a fucking leak...
nigga u talk swidish...herres my advice..
go back to d primary cos u grammatically deprived....
my shits dont hit hard...but it hits betta dan yours...wannabe braod...
lol.....ima dat bitch dat gonna start fights in ur yard...
and make sure u in a pool of ur blood...
i think u a fake nigga....u bitch cant pull a fucking trigga...
In a shoot out u d first 1 runner...
i aint got time cos im a big time OWNER...
so kiss my black ass.....and go back to ya moma.....;)