Battle this bizznitches.. try to keep up.

[silver]

hey white boys best take a seat
while i bring this mad lyrical heat
pull up a chair get ready to stare
pull out a pen and enter the den
of a real lyricist from the 714
stuck in a hell full of honky mo-fo's
quick to strip you down to nothing
but long in bed to keep her coming
jump in my backseat cuz thats where you belong
driving from the back like i do your mom
don't touch my wheel cuz this speed kills
inflames the brain and cuts the wrists
step back and view my lyrical flips
left to the right and all to the side
are you sure you can handle this homicidal ride
through the land of my mind thats one of a kind
mass murdering mc's while i'm dropping a line
not jin da mc cuz i ain't full
just half an asian rhymin and always spyin
on peeps with skills that got me cryin
oh my god who let these guys rock da mic
i gotta hear some biggie or else i might
go insane with these poopy lyrics
did i just say poopy yeah you heard it
enough time spent dropping bombs on heads
and flowing profusely from the boca of lead
i more than killed all of you boys
let me know when you give up your toys
and become men and sing r&b
until then guys i gotta pee