verse 1
rap abuses me,exclusively but its kinda stupid,see?
how they get wacker, fall off after bein a master
faster then marshall mathers rapp impacter
wake up wasted in grandma's basement
askin "whats my myspace in?" i dunno bitch
i dont even know why you bothered askin me
this shits passingly...a waste of time cause
in real,i embrace the nine and cock the shells
that'll break ya spine an knock the bells
right off ya head, who said? where?
you dead...there!! few said teared but i said fear
so when i talk, you talk, i listen, you listen
cause everything else is super stition
im not an actor, im a rapper, i dont fake shit
when i see something i want,i take it,
like a man naked,who'll take kids an is packin
but wait a minit,im not micheal Jackson
chorus
Ima Rhyma
even when i got Writers Block
Ima Rhyma
as soon as the Lighters Sparked
Ima Rhyma
until this fuckin Fighter Stopped
Ima Rhyma
verse 2
im not a bad guy, just a lil confused now
cuz when you dudes round' i used to sound
like i glued my nouns to screwed up downs
that slewed up clowns an blew up pounds
but i'm over that, i got sober raps that'll
pulver cats and fuck people up, evil stuff
like fairies and needle cuts, pokemon
weedle cups that pours out an wastes
the juice that used to be an apple
maybe a banana with a paddle and
rattle it around to battle the sounds
an grapple the lounge to tackle the
grounds of which we wait, no de-bate
its done an over with, like a sober bitch
in october which its ok to rope tha witch
chorus
Ima Rhyma
even when i got Writers Block
Ima Rhyma
as soon as the Lighters Sparked
Ima Rhyma
until this fuckin Fighter Stopped
Ima Rhyma
text battlin an makin a song is different....so....probly not a great first try
beats what u clowns do tho
still enjoy ya feed tho 
