Wood Sucker (RapLyrics response to Chewer of Wood) 

Wood Sucker (RapLyrics response to Chewer of Wood)

I can't speak for the IKC, but let it be known
I sure as hell never had any guy, not one for bone
I think it's funny you ask, in your ass, flesh trombone
must be something you like to play from your tone
You still experience the disconnection, closer inspection
has you in direct violation and out of my protection
it's true we keep steppin, just over newbies like you
you're tryin to blaze up, but your a smoked out fool
you offer no resistance, though I think you're gettin better
still not ready for prime time against my rap shredder
so I'll keep the power pulled back on my verbal attack
or else I'd smoke you so hard your ass is just charred black
remnants, there's little, yo let me get my fiddle
the smallest in the world, playing for you, D-Piddle
Since I accepted the alliance, I prepare the weird science
to blow up any little bitch that test me in defiance
Hit you with the wicked bitch slap, full hand crack
the sound of jaw bones breakin, head whippin back
and I'm still holding back as we smoke the fat sack
Want some cheese with your whine, time to pack
up your worthless style and attempts to break through my shit
you don't pass the physical, scrub, cause you just aint fit
to attack or defend, just when you've reached the end
I bring you back to life, restored, to do it over again