16z frm da mc b.k.a th3ory

fuckin up 16'z like when i was in ninth grade i was a young cat gettin laid and paid drankin maddog cuttin school, everyday poppin grills in on fools, learnin how to work wit deez toolsgot quick-wit and thick-spit, riddle-you-wit-text-rips lyrical-licks, blowin out candle-wicks, like a ninja-practicing sword-tricks,Im in this bitch, large and in-chargein this big adventure, Im large-fuckin-marge,yer raps are pee-wee-herman, yer a fuckin suckermy rhymes are big'n'brawny, the quicker-picker-uppergo to bed without supper, yer groundedpost up on me and get poundedwith my fist, but this aint no handshakemy lyrical jabs are like a jaw breakwire your mouth shut with my ill linesgot-all-you-motherfuckers headz bobbin in time.