☆wat wrong masta?☆

you and ya crew smoking fuckin sage make you a slave to my page you dig yo own grave I'm out this bitch in the rave your burnt lips lookin uglier than flava flavyou and ya crew smoking fuckin sage make you a slave to my page you dig yo own grave I'm out this bitch in the rave your burnt lips lookin uglier than flava flav you spending money while I collect and save I be down town manne you better not come to the boulevard thinking you hard I be down town manne cause I'll pull yo fucking hard and beat you with my back hand like a retard fuck wrong with you ?  you ain't no braveheart you better pray hard Looking like  a black Kevin hart make ya lil movie called get hard you be just another victim of my rhyme graveyard ashes to ashes and dust to dust so many people that I can't trust you trying to sale me a fake chain thats gonna turn to rust you can have that shit back I'll beat you with this ball bat until your head falls back click clat your brains go splat I'm a lyrical monster Punk I will stomp ya I got mo flava than willy Wonka to run ova yo face like Tonka leave you in a dumpster your mind is like a youngster you fucking with the head hunter go try to hide from the thunder but your gonna suffer from 3rd degree burns from the summer Rap battles...Im in hunger your brain is in slumber you full of shit where Is the plunger black skin darker than burnt bubble gum stay out the Sun or you will be in trouble son Blast you in the face with a double gun dont fuck with me cause imma unbeatable one and I still haven't forgot what you did last summer got caught jacking off in the laundry mat you can't beat me cause you a sorry cat you could even beat me if you was blind as a bat you want a record deal but shit I'm like who's really signing that? you and ya crew smoking fuckin sage make you a slave to my page you dig yo own grave I'm out this bitch in the rave your burnt lips lookin uglier than flava flav you spending money while I collect and save I be down town manne you better not come to the boulevard thinking you hard I be down town manne cause I'll pull yo fucking hard and beat you with my back hand like a retard fuck wrong with you ?  you ain't no braveheart you better pray hard Looking like  a black Kevin hart make ya lil movie called get hard you be just another victim of my rhyme graveyard ashes to ashes and dust to dust so many people that I can't trust you trying to sale me a fake chain thats gonna turn to rust you can have that shit back I'll beat you with this ball bat until your head falls back click clat your brains go splat I'm a lyrical monster Punk I will stomp ya I got mo flava than willy Wonka to run ova yo face like Tonka leave you in a dumpster your mind is like a youngster you fucking with the head hunter go try to hide from the thunder but your gonna suffer from 3rd degree burns from the summer Rap battles...Im in hunger your brain is in slumber you full of shit where Is the plunger black skin darker than burnt bubble gum stay out the Sun or you will be in trouble son Blast you in the face with a double gun dont fuck with me cause imma unbeatable one and I still haven't forgot what you did last summer got caught jacking off in the laundry mat you can't beat me cause you a sorry cat you could even beat me if you was blind as a bat you want a record deal but shit I'm like who's really signing that? you spending money while I collect and save I be down town manne you better not come to the boulevard thinking you hard I be down town manne cause I'll pull yo fucking hard and beat you with my back hand like a retard fuck wrong with you ?  you ain't no braveheart you better pray hard Looking like  a black Kevin hart make ya lil movie called get hard you be just another victim of my rhyme graveyard ashes to ashes and dust to dust so many people that I can't trust you trying to sale me a fake chain thats gonna turn to rust you can have that shit back I'll beat you with this ball bat until your head falls back click clat your brains go splat I'm a lyrical monster Punk I will stomp ya I got mo flava than willy Wonka to run ova yo face like Tonka leave you in a dumpster your mind is like a youngster you fucking with the head hunter go try to hide from the thunder but your gonna suffer from 3rd degree burns from the summer Rap battles...Im in hunger your brain is in slumber you full of shit where Is the plunger black skin darker than burnt bubble gum stay out the Sun or you will be in trouble son Blast you in the face with a double gun dont fuck with me cause imma unbeatable one and I still haven't forgot what you did last summer got caught jacking off in the laundry mat you can't beat me cause you a sorry cat you could even beat me if you was blind as a bat you want a record deal but shit I'm like who's really signing that?