Stake in the Ground (via Natures Friends chest) 

Stake in the Ground (via Natures Friends chest)

Quick to duck and dodge all ya rappers bullshit
no bother for the fly swatter you empty bitches never hit
dispense the golden words and i'm countin out dead presidents
while you scratch your heads saying 'Does this shit make any sense?'
Hesitant to start a hundred years war
have it get out of control and slaughter more and more
of the weak and unarmed that come on here to test
amateurs grabbin playskool mics, try to beat the best
lest you get a shot off, i catch your blanks in the air
bag a bitch in the trunk, strap you to the electric chair
My rules roll heads, rasta white boys with dreads
bald bitches get fed the 50 cal lyrical lead
can't rhyme worth shit, barely able to hold a fuckin mic
riding uphill to rap battles on your brand new trike
so let me give you some assitance...psych!
maybe if you spit out one fuckin verse that I like
and I'm phonin Vanilla Ice, took his digits off your speed dial
callin him, Marky Mark, and Eminem from 8 mile
tellin Ice and Marky you try to steal their lame style
and Eminem to shoot the shit off your fuckin dog pile
that you call a response, nothin but constantly stolen lyric
I kicks Copperfield on your ass, have you disappearin
and magically reappear with a gang of fags up your rear
say hello to your dad, its all smoke and mirrors, right?