I must condole someone didn't know their role, got knocked out cold by by bro the NegroEggroll.  So messed up you had to go to lyrical hospital. Docs said for a while there was no pulse. Guess you made it, but as your consult something must be loose with your nuts and bolts, tryin to come at me after you got beat to a pulp.  My advice is don't poke at someone you can't take in one gulp. 

Round 2 RockMayn you mustn't know the rules, part duex means don't use rhymes you learned in pre-school.  Why your counterfeit flows end wit son and foo, what's worse than that is your fake kung-fu! Talkin bout kickin ass in the morning and taking names in the evenin. The list must be thin if you go down with one jab to the chin.  All day biting from eminem and Jin why bite you practically feast in him. So you wanna brawl, bout my dreams how i can't have it all, thats coo keep dreamin bout kickin ass with your blow up doll.

Why do the girls give you mind block. Cutie walks up with nice face and tocks your jaws lock like you've blown a fat cock, and you can't talk but I ain't here trying to mock 'bout that grin with the head bop. All this time I hear about my dick twitches, but dogg that's the ugly stick I swung that gave you six stitches.  While I'm here happy gettin my bitches, just think tweezers next time your jock itches.  Which is-- assuming that you have a jock.  Heard girls turn you on then ask MayN," Where's your rock?" 

I just hate burstin your bubble but to see that you can beat me will only get you trouble. If that's what you see you need your eyesight toggled.  Cuz I'm 20/20 and you straight seein double. Surrender now cuz there's no need to rebuttle.  Cuz even with a song and dance you still don't stand a chance.  So just go blow up your inflatable and talk romance.

One, two, buckle my shoe. It's my time to shine so here's my debut.  Let's just to it ain't no time to lose. It's been 6 months already in 2by2.  Sittin on my ass waitin to move. Is it that I'm not sure of what to do? C'mon!  Why am I afraid to run? Is it that I'll jump the gun? Or that I'll miss out on all the fun...like 2 many huns? 3 and 4'somes?  Or em powdered runs under the sierra sun on my custom burton? A freedom next to none.

Nope that can't be it, I try to spit but I got my thumb in my mouth like I'm suckin a tit. Feels like I got my pants on taking a shit.  What can it be? What in the world is stopping me from me being free in this world of poverty.  All I needs to see is what I see in me. Like me in my thirties livin lavishly.  I can see it now when I make my cheeze, got my house on a hill in Beverly, Roll around town a pimped out "G". Got 20's on my Ferrari Modena 360.  And you know she's gonna be phat like mackin stacks of dubb sacks of crack, wait hold up chigga I ain't down with that?!

Anyhow I gotta do this now. Don't slouch. X-out any stings of doubt. Got 2 strikes one more strike I'm out. When I'm swingin I make sure your're gonna hear my shout. Here's my chance now and Imma make it count!!.........