by XianeX on Fri Sep 30, 2005 11:25 am
I'm a give you some credit, your thoughts are very unique
This the finals and the runner-up position will be your peak
I could be like you, a white boy with some fucked up thoughts
You talkin' so much about this old lady, I think you got the hots
Imagining all this shit, you must of had a terrible time growin' up
I don't just spit fire, it's the dope ass rhymes I'm throwin' up
My best friend got shot, grandma died, I've given you time to improve
But fuck it, I've come back, you still weak, ya bitch ass still gon' lose
Dawg, you don't spit lines out ya mouth so you must swallow
You got a strange kinda brain but with good ideas, it's fuckin' hollow
I ain't got no more time to fuck with fake ass bitches like you
Fucking disgusting ideas but weak lines, everything I say is true
You ain't that terrible, your ass just over-rated like Jaguars
I'm T. fuckin' Mac, you the Spurs, I just beat you in under 16 bars
R.I.P. Jonathan Zablotny 1986-2005