You're too soft, I heard you get queasy watchin surgery The nerve of ye' Yeah, you been to jail, but just for purgery You cant even lift my rhyme book cause them bars are abounding leavin rappers speechless cause my speeches are dumbfounding And I'm clownin' on these hounds that be softer than a teddy bear Call me claritin D so my rhymes stay pretty clear I'm hardcore like a stale jawbreaker You're faker than a 8 dollar bill printed on recycled paper I'm the flow god, for you to be better is blasphemy and heracy, I'll blow you into bits Like I'm Master Chief Its been a while but these muscles never atrophy I'll whip all these kids into shape, Call me master D You hatin' on it? Mad at me? Stop it kid, you flatter me I break knees, shatter dreams Resort to teabagery Your Dairy Queen Haggary aint a damned match for me, That ass is grass, you battle me I'll School you rat bastards, G --------------------------------------------------------- You're too soft You're like marshmallow fluff stuffed with boiled cabage and melted reeses cups you'll get eatten up by an old lady with no teeth or dentures you're softer than the walls in a mental health center Yall niggas must be crazy, thinkin' yall can faze me devil's advocate suggests that yall just deaf, dumb, and lazy thinkin you hard cause you roll with 9 or 10 of them and out here slingin rocks like an angry palastinian Yall like,"yo, I got racks" Nah, you got packs of soot cause your cream burnt holes in your pocketbook outhere actin bold and brash writin checks with your mouth that I collect and have to cash at your ass with my foot look, by hook or by crook I got you niggas shook kidnap your candy ass and drown you in a brook attackin every angle, corner, cranny and knook but I'm only throwin' jabs, cause you cant handle a hook, ------------------------------------------------------------ You're too soft you're charmin mixed with cottonelle in a bathtub of backrubs, baby shit, rotten smellin fresh cake, landolakes butter and a mandate that we should preach for peace in middle east for fellow man's sake packin' pieces claimed you're raised by the streets but get put in the heat and show you're bred by the yeast I'm not one to spray gats but to meley with tact, Dont judge this book by the cover til you read whats on its back Got stacks of fat knowledge Spewin cold hard facts like i'm hailin out my mouth and you're caught in a trap get locked on by the bull horns and you then get gored all you whores thinkin' I'm easy work, thats cheese on a board and you get snapped on Runnin' your yap knowing you're low hanging fruit for the weakest to snack on step half correct to my scripts for a lyrical goring cause my songs are like oil drills they're long and they're boring

Been shameless since a nigga doo doo-ed his dookey drawers so he aint afraid to harass dames for a booty call whether they reject him or tell him to hit it raw lucky for him, he's too ugly to catch cootey balls captured the rat pack chillin in his backpack takin naps before he raps it up to meet the clap cat scary hairy from his face past his nad sack even since he had them rolls of infantile back fat plays in the mud covered in the scud but wont get pushed by peers to indulge in foamy mugs He think he bullet proof aloof when he's in the booth Yet knows he's the shit like Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poop ------------------------------------------------------------ Sho-You-Right other obsticals be oversites they ask you, let them know his prose explodes like dolemite complaints of the hanus tricks cant tame this defamation of the famous, he's too shameless Sho-You right you know his raps are air tight known to be able to rock the mic to in the air tonight Its a shame he's the opposite of famous wait a minute no it aint he's too shameless ------------------------------------------------------------- He plays tricks yall think he real, but he be jokin, yall you think the water he chugged was isopropanol? lighter to his mouth still spit fire holy water in his solo he stay preachin to the choir she sweat her perm out though she know its none of her concern faintin from the germs when he opens his can of worms fishin for insults when he throws the hook out angry with the schools rules so he throw the book out he need a look out everytime he use the portojohn he tips it over then escapes the scene via portal gun while most people waste time with inner modacity this kid has the capacity to make his audacity opaque, its a tragety how shame dictates life sometimes drive people to self-harm by the knife or beatin their wife or bullets to heads of innocent kids they layin dead full of lead but not him Sho-You-Right other obsticals be oversites they ask you, let them know his prose explodes like dolemite complaints of the hanus tricks cant tame this defamation of the famous, he's too shameless Sho-You right you know his raps are air tight known to be able to rock the mic to in the air tonight Its a shame he's the opposite of famous wait a minute no it aint he's too shameless -------------------------------------------------------------

I'm so nasty on the mike When I grab that you like The way I hand you a vice Then jack up the price Then they ask if I'm nice I leave them with lice Suffice it to say I'm iller than the dudley death device I'm so dope, I give weedheads the munchees crackheads a bum knee, I'm banned in 30 countries cause trust me, if you touch me I'll rearange your face like a plastic surgeon who cant use precision blades right you dont beef, yo punk ass need a diet of steamed leafy greens cause you cant ingest this riot of solid beats and hot spicy bars of words, fuck what you heard, you think you the shit? I must be 2 turds spittin slurs like a klansman in the fifties cut off your hands cause your mans lookin shifty fuck up your plans unexpectantly precipitate you fuckin with the illest artist ever to illustrate you worn out like a rag at a laundromat you aint ill, you just think you're sick like hypocondriacs i break your teeth you weak like centenarians my archives turn rap geniuses to librarians My rhymes burn like a perm, I'm like a street chemist lacing my dope rhymes with sherm, to get them hatin on me they try to take me for my bread I get the skatin on them they style so dead i gotta use carbon dating on them hop in the gym to practice my rhyme tactics i'm lighting em up like match sticks i'm grindin em up like cat bits to feed to my carnivorous cactus you what you lookin at? think i'm crooked, but sane I'm straight bat shit crazy like I'm on daisy while myrtle watchin me swayin this lady i knock her boots then get ghost like patrick swayze with clay, moldin my verse in her hands they askin me bout my plans? my rhymes hit like gamma-rays stereo tactic precision, I'm on a mission to make them mad when they listen i'm kickin them in the shins to tell the doc, they got 10 in pain then I score 10 in the paint to get so hot that you faint you tryin to get out the game I'm so didactic You rang? you got 7 days to live but i'm like god to these demons pots and pans to the greens if you know what i mean Without me, you just mad lost you double crossin the masses to get your freedom for free I'm your albatross