This is For hoe hoe

kids can touch me im walkin in a cloak/ throw u over a cliff let u choke in mid-air from a rope/ u got fire? nope, ur skills about as alive as the pope/ u aint paid u broke, this boards turnin to a joke/ bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/ throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/ u hear it, and start sayin wow/ i dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/ leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/ crew pourin hennessy heads facin to the gorund/ when they know the truth is u a mouse/ u sqeel/ u went to the cops and played "lets make a deal"/ snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/ comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/ u gripe about keepin it real but u lyin to yaself/ act like u swipe somethin, but u put it back on that shelf/ u a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/ screamin for ya mommy like dat b*tch gona help/ ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/ remember me cause im the a survivor of the hell raisin grounds/ so calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/ killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/ leave no remains and get my heater and untuck it/ im white but id call u a nigga and love it/ dont bother to bounce back cause im without a doubt da toughest/