yo professor
yo professor
who you think you are talking to me like that
whos **** am i biting,nigga you're off track
these rhymes are all original, i'll fax you dates and sheets
if you really want to battle, lets take it to the streets
i dont bite kats, i smash kats with my raps
i'll cut you while your sleeping, and chop your kidneys to play craps
you probably shop at the gap, i see you gay and proud
you're likin' milky things like a magellanic cloud
you say, you make **** thats quick, and pick your debates
i'm still waiting for the date, for something good you create
take it easy fool, stop with the one liners
you're poem was so colourful, you should be an interior designer
you can pick your fairy colours and pick your fairy drapes
and keep it all together with pink adhesive tape
its not time to escape, watch while i change shape
i transform into a bomb and blow the **** out the place
you're a disgrace, i'll spray you wit mace
if you think you can rap, try and spit to drum and bass
you better erase what you said and retrace all your steps
you're confusion must have caused you, an unforunate misstep