check it
The mic checker's up in here rockin the house
If you don't like me G you must wear a blouse
Over the years many suckas tried to step to me
One punk even thought he'd kill me weapons-free
The dick learned his lesson quick I smashed him with a brick
He went down like a trick cause the shit I kick is sick
I'm up in this rap battle shit for real
Tellin all these stupid ass suckas the deal
Criticizing this shit, well I guess you can try it
But that won't change that when I rap I always start a riot
Don't get me wrong I'm down with if you're down with me
But if you clown around you get beat down and pounded, see