Da Bomb

[Verse 1] These other MC's they ain't got what I got They ain't talk like I talk They ain't walk where I walk Ya flow stale like looking like moldy socks Rhyme style outdated kinda like oldies rock Cut ya hair goldilocks My flowin is iller than alzheimers You chose the wrong time to start rhyming Spark lighters, start fires hotter than dark cider Make ya walk lighter when ya heads chopped skyward You run your mouth like a soft fighter Mess with me you will rest in peace that is a fact You get murdered worse than getting me on a track You winnings as likely settin me on my back It's hard to contemplate the stars and constellations I often conflagrate these simple confrontations [Verse 2] Sharpen up your pencils key up your typewriters Knock out the teeth of these pussy rhyme biters Welcome to lyrical combat, we on that Score one and one like balls back This verse has more wordplay than a crossword puzzle I run lines when I hustle, but I start with blocks Wolf down your food so I starve your flock Leave you chickens headless like a retarded cock I'll drive you nuts like I was bolting from the cops Seeing red like I'm running stops With a bitch who's seen more dick than Lyn Cheney I run dese MC's like the mid eighties I stack flour till I'm pushing up daisies My own homeys say I'm heartless If home is where the heart is My emotional intelligence must be retarded [Outro] My flow is so rugged cops took my phone and bugged it I'll kill ya favorite rapper like Suge did I give baby gangsters diaper rash Tear you up worse than a lifers ass [Talking] Fuck wait what was I saying? Hold up, ima keep going though its fine Hold up