in this here rapgame,

love it when i step up in the crowd and start spitting shit,straight off my dome,just like rocket im always ready too take off,on some of you wanna be haters &rappers who think that you really wanna rap battle me too see,who the baddest muthafucker mc,that ever touch the mic,im straight up like a chef up in the the kitchen,i straight up get it cooking up in the fry pan,without the grease,i do this rapgame with easy,coming straight like a cold too your brain,straight up make all you haters &op's,straight up feel me,when straight up jump up in the booth without shoes,i know that you haters can smell the funk coming straight up,from my toes and to my head, i got your eardrums vibrating from this here dope ass beat,giving some of you haters &mc's,a straight up nose bleed,everytime you see me,pick up the mic,