this looks fun

Woah, woah, woah. You think yo' rhymes be fly?
You better watch it, cus' when I drop it, I throw it up high.
I can take 'em, morph 'em, spit 'em out like vomit.
And you, Ya lil bitch, nothing but my target.
I got that crisp flow, that newly frozen ice;
When you step on it, you break it, I watch you pay the price.
You not special, not talented, by no means "good"
Just stop it, quit it, take a bite of my wood. wut
I can piss what you dish, all day, any day.
Objection? Shut up. I got the final say.
Go run away, cry to yo' mama, absorb my threat,
an' don't botha' investin' in new bars, cus' I just put yo' ass in debt.




I swear I don't usually talk like this.