Oh wow. Haha. Once Short gets back at cha for that one… I’ll go ahead. Yeh, nevermind. Ima JUMP into dis one, right now. And pick on you Shortman.
“Shortman whats wrong with that?
and why do u keep rymeing words with crap?
If ur the king then what am i?
Coz that rap u did is born to die.
Im the emperer of this rapping place
my words are fresh, they have some taste.
Slayermaster u want to roam free?
try roaming elsewhere
coz u cant roam anywhere near me.
The aura i give out from my Voice
I think u’ll find that im Gods choice”
Shoot Short my bad I didn’t see ya therr sport
Guess it’s cause yous spendin all this time
Tryin’ ta make tha little things rhyme
I’m tellin ya it’s a crime and HEY
I ain’t afraid ta drop a dime
Right on yo ass
Man up n**** and show some class!
I see him, I hear him, hollerin at tha boy Slayer
Hatin’ on his game like damn Chuck Taylor
Give tha son propz he be spittin’ his best
But that ain’t good enough so we be poppin him in his chest.
Hell naw don’t come out an ride wit’ me
Brotha, don’t even take a damn look at me
Step up yo game son maybe I’ll holla
Oh sh!t, what was that, did I just get cha b*****s numba?
Yo screw all that, Ima just call 'a.
Haha I dk.