Last Man Standing said:
Hold it there kid, you trying to get me beaten up by a thug??
I can't believe Cod3r's girl cheated on him - he is going to be pissed!!! They're having a baby together too!!! This is going to be on the Jerry Springer Show - "My Girl went on MySpace and slept with My Cyber enemy!!!"
Huntin LastMan like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthaf@cka like a trophy on my shelf,
F#ck the promo nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first hour to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a post that I wrote,
Count how many posts I smoked,
Thugo's is dope, my battlin' average higher than most,
When I'm on the posts, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Thugo, Must be a hoax,
LastMan? No, the great white hope?
What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the f@ck is the matter with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 T-logo, neon blue,
The most theatrical battle of all time,
I rip posters like you, you know the call sign,
Killa cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm postin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're energetically inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to process one of my posts,
You got to rewind every one of my lines,
Do you know how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can foreshadow my posts,
Figuratively the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my lyrical quotes,
they show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off strong automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of clay mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, analyze the words,
It's like observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd posts, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it,
And write in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can look at it,
Huh?, what the f@ck is that whack ****?