We got speakin skills like Stephen Hawking...

Rhyme Wars . . .

Let the show begin... mc's be smelling mad rank while i'm in the drunk tank for beating you down when you found your girl smoking my pole like it was dank and my shit don't stank so stank you smelly much i'll sell you an ounce and make you roll me a dutch everyone round here knows me as saint but i do nothing but wrong and your girl's doing the same when she's wearing that thong hell i'll make more money than you off of your own song have you wanting to hit me harder than cypress hill hits a bong but you'll be hitting my slong while singing the anthem you looking eddie murphy in harlem nights with that little handgun but all girls be wanting to hold my penis for ransom i'm not all about you holding my sausage for hostage, i keep it random come on baby i'm not about being locked down my people already did time in chains, no i ain't trying to clown but you ain't got me in no strangle hold, you can't do me down just try to stay calm if you see me round town or if you see me at club and i'm getting my grind on worse that r. kelly making girls wanna come dine on this dick but game i spit is just in a drunken stuper but i leap easy hoes in one bound like i'm super but it ain't even that much, i'm down to earth and average on a bottle of jim beam black i'm savage catch me early in the morning best believe i'm teabaggin blow a load through your neck hun if you raggin maybe i should hold back cuz i'm exposing all detail maybe i shouldn't cuz your records sell cheaper than thrift store retail so just quiet down, there's no need in the world to act bitch i don't need to act hard because i keep women for that shit but i could have you clapped bitch, i flex like i'm made out clay fuck with me have your whole family killed in one day i already know there's many things here i didn't have to say but i float like a butterfly and sting like cashes clay see i talk a little fast, if you listen a little faster i wont have to slow down for you to catch up shut the the fuck up, i mean it literally, i'll sew your lips shut and make your girl blow me til she hiccups smacking tits up out the mussel, double d cups like bitch act right, i aint had nearly enough i could spit at your dame right in front of you, she won't say no cuz i could drop you like a peso, i'm worth more than my weight in yayo ay yo, i meet bitch and i fuck with they heads but i'm not trying to holla at her i just wants some bread my pimphand's been way strong since june 16th i bet you wanna shoot my nose off but i'm not the sphinx spitting liquor at women i don't come with game yo, you know that bitch is lying claiming she don't know my name i'm love jones, bitch and it don't get much cooler wanna count the inches? come with more than one ruler shit soft, i could spin and clear off the table you call me obnoxious i only do this shit cuz i'm extremely able love to mind fuck bitches unstable, so pass the corvousier cut a couple of lines, we party like motley crue everyday and pass the baby powder, someone needs to get slapped get the fuck out my face and let your girl get back in my lap i give mc's acupuncture when i'm battlin' swiss cheese that bitch ass with no needle but instead with javelins unraveling mc's like weezer destroying your sweater so put your hands in the air run your jewels before you get peppered i take shots of tequila cuz it taste so fine i don't need training wheels so forget the salt and lime they take up too much time, and i've no reason to lie if you see me at a party, i am that guy that guy who's in fault cuz you got arrested who fucked your wife on the dresser, drunk and obnoxious like fran dresher and made you feel much lesser cuz i punk your whole crew, no one wants to meet me i'll drown you in your own drink, or in the bowl with your fecies believe me, jlt and mlj party like rockstars and drink like it's healthay to hell in a hand basket, fuck it i'll take a jet plane with a first class ticket, and sword through my brain, i like pain i call upon hell to get me the hell into a bottle cuz that's where my love lives at and we can fuck full throttle call me a homo and also a kissing slut cuz i like to kiss jose, jim, and seagream from the lips to the butt i fuck on the side too, if you roll up them leaves i'll be first in line to grab mary jane by the butt and squeeze bitch please, as of now you got me wrong like a.i.c. i always got a drink hand and slut on her knees it's so easy, i got game dripping out my butt cheeks i lost count when started, can't tell who all was in my bed last week i didn't change over night i changed in a heart beat i got a mean magic stick, i'll smack your girl she'll be like he's so sweet my pimp hand is hella strong, i'll leave your vision distrorted send you home crying like that kid last week that i deported shit i ain't playing, there's no one in the world i can't fuck with got girls in line to suck dick and guys in line to eat shit cuz i be tea bagging bitches in the bathrooms of libraries i know you're drinking absinthe but these ain't tales from fairies what i spit is the truth like the law so get off me i'm a million dollar man like ted diviasi my style is old school like a pink shirt with lapelles but it's time to wrap this shit up like dave chapelle ladies act like squirrels they keep my nuts in they cheeks, i keep my fingers in their butts & stay drunk for weeks, take leaks on your leather seats and give sneakpeaks, of my balls to schoolgirls and my dick to their teachers, after school gettin frisky grabbin asses under bleachers, ive got what doctors are callin "the fever for the beaver", means i love a girl strong then stick it to her and leave her, madskills on the mic so you MCs drop your panties, spread 'em cheeks wide so i can stick it up your fannies, running start no lube, my ability is uncanny. yo, keep the record spinnin im still winnin this race, drop the pitch and slow the beat to a medium pace, marlon and john we break it down like swingin wreckin balls, be sure that we be givin virgin booties straight overhauls, from niagra falls to the opposite coast, we give all rockstars a champagne toast, we paid the cost to be the bosses of this rhymin game, our pimp hands are numb from slappin your dame, our lifestyles are difficult but we can handle the fame, other MCs are like punk rock all soundin the same, so lemme teabag you so you dont waste your breath speakin, smell my fingers, i'm sure that they're badly reekin, of your girl's private parts ill have to admit, if your skills had scents they'd smell like shit.