check it
with this pen in my hand and the pen to this paper;
i can serve you niggas like im willin to cater;
go head pay the man put the money on the platter;
if you fuck with me have you like roaches in the light jus ready to scatter;
it dont matter if you ready to rhyme;
all i need is a couple minutes give 10 thats fine;
1 of em will go to me breakin old habbits;
the 2nd one is to shut you niggas up and go right back at it;
i can slay you niggas yes i can be deadly;
like jason did freddy chop you up with my lyrical machete;
yeah its not healthy but fuck it im bringin the heat;
so if you want the flame i can spark it up and the back of the seat;
blow ya mind with jus one puff to the dome;
im do what gotta i do jus to keep on to this throne;
and i dont care what you got to say at least im holdin my own;
3 fingers up with my thumb and my index connected;
its a B thang i can take you to school but im nothing to test with;
and really i dont bring drama but im young and reckless;
come to class so i can knock you off my check list;
im a big kid now see you cant pamper me;
get at me dogg scratch my itch and ill have yall ready to flea;
niggas cant see me like my mind and my heart;
deep with in your brain make you go insane turn everything blank with out even a thought;
yeah i could do that with these rhymes that i say;
you jus dealt with the master of the lyrical word play;
