gimme the fuckin title..
ayo,
the war going on is causin stress, let me draw the case
i thought Iraq had alot of holes, but then i saw ya face
for real tho, how u get bitches in the clubs?
when u got more red dots on ya face than 50 does
wanna understand why i'm known today?
cuz i'm an inch from being way blown.. & ur an inch from being blown away
we battled once in the past, so bitch please
u'll die in the same chair u needed after that incident, like Chris Reeve
i quit drugs, & made the truth my alliance
cuz fact is, the only dope worth shooting is scientz
& i'd rather not talk about ya fashion, i don't wanna expose ya kind
but i'll put a big enough gap on ya chest, to take over the clothin line
the people have spoken, they want real flows
& they never said u're bananas..
they we're just hintin at what u use for dildos
u should do some research, u'll prolly find
that my alias isn't what u think, so there goes ya bobby lines
da fuck kinda name is scientz?! i'll beat u & laugh between spits
cuz after this thrashing, u'll be losin under names like maff & englysh
bitch.. it's time to prove ya grade
i told scientz to bring his razor to a fight, & he brought the movie blade
dude is lame.. u ain't shit, i'll kill u guy
i'll slay u so quick- ppl will think saint nick just flew by
i can fill up a book with my accomplishments, they're endless
but if i wrote one about yours, it'd be less than a sentence
i guess u are finished.. my keyboard game got u spun like propellers
& just cuz u write ya rhymes in the attic, doesn't make u a top cellar
that shit will NOT help ya.. plus my flow's tighter
i don't know whether to diss u for writing that verse, or ya ghostwriter
so stop actin hard.. u skinny as my sister
u ain't got muscle tone.. & if u do.. it's between a soft moan or whisper!
fuck outta here..
