Take A Number

[Verse 1: ] [Verse 2"] [Verse 3: Qwel] Hello kitties, Qwel's flows' witty shitty Got the city open to boast comatose flows Fucker, try rhyming right You ain't half as tight as the last sacrifice- Cats fight with Lazarus to bring this mic back to life I'll just pound a Downtown Brown My stereotypes surround sound Do I have to try to drown you Choke unquote overdoses No one told this kid I know I'm dope Motherfucker, I was there when I wrote this With a cold fist grin, I win Next fake fresh bait to make an example of Mic checkmate Fuck winning within the in crowd Crowd im insane Rapping from Hell's cellar Deafer than Helen what's what's her name Fuck the fame say no better Hectic mic fetishes I'm the motherfucking king like Oedipus Sedatives for pathetic rhetoric Leaves ya nauseous Hecklers, bring your djs and die of natural causes