Spit or Acquit

yousa buster on the brink of extinction, it ain't about getting even (uh) it's bout lessons unleashed on these suckas that need it, we need to decease'em cuz they all carry diseases, in need of strategics heat seeking these burnt demons aint leaving til they get sea sick, meaning that when me spit, me spit so facetious (haha) kill wack emcees ways so egregious, so very frequent

friends and family get no bereavement, (sorry for your loss)

killin like they was sickle cell anemic, in cypher mekhi phifer and b Rabbit, the host and roast free world defeated, I need it, and thats the money mane (he ain't spit yet?)

That's it, That's it, spit the shit ya bitch, instead of pitching a fit (quit) I'm taking a shit on wack tracks til they collapse from the hits (no drip) you ain't wit the funk, but your shit still has that distinct stinch, thats as good as it gets stop are start already

You need to spit it or quit

That's it, that's it

Get to the chopper, of being broke off proper, you suck like a gobstopper, don't even bother callin a doctor you ain't sick, but your still a goner, all that hate that you harbor, I'm giving out fades like a barber, fuck you mama, when your a baby she should of lost ya, just like the baby father, now your an adult and I'm fina to bomb on ya, your a big talka, snitchy, heard you telling like a teleprompter, big shocker, is you fina call crimestoppers? you shoulda called your damn sponsor, tell'em your smoked out for pretending to be mobster, I'm not impressed with imposters, I'm fina abduct you in my flying saucer, and do you ass like Sosa did that dude in the helicopter, no more further questions your honor.. (are you gonna spit or what)

That's it, That's it, spit the shit ya bitch, instead of pitching a fit (quit) I'm taking a shit on wack tracks til they collapse from the hits (no drip)

you ain't wit the funk, but your shit still has that distinct stinch, thats as good as it gets stop are start already

You need to spit it or quit

That's it, that's it

Your what the bitches call a fuckboy, ain't gainfully employeed, your gay fully and I'm annoyed, you ain't even got a broke ploy, me, I needs my Bok choy, the Moneys so mandatory, you slippin like Sigmund Freud, your paranoid the boys don't run up while you lose poise, cyphers you can avoid , you need to make some sorta of noise. (Man, forget it, he's chokin)

That's it, That's it, spit the shit ya bitch, instead of pitching a fit (quit) I'm taking a shit on wack tracks til they collapse from the hits (no drip)

you ain't wit the funk, but your shit still has that distinct stinch, thats as good as it gets stop are start already

You need to spit it or quit

That's it, that's it

What the fuck, get out the cypher ya spectator slash hater, ya losing..

It's not a battle til you start hatin.. weirdo.. get outta here