A poem.............yeah right.

I heard ur phony rap back when was rockin' hoods an' flip-flops//
Cut fades an' tried ta fade Kids but now its jewels an' throw-backs//
U still come at me soft tissued often dealt wit u in toilet bowl issues//
F*ck rappin' crap nikka i wrap u in that tissue u fake ass mummy//
Fool bring ur best chested i'll leave 'em bones stickin' out their rib cages// Impressed yet? the rest gets double breasted no shells still hit u senseless//
U an' ur cluster rap rhymers compared u to clocks without the time... so u cant tell i come the hardest the kind lyricly enclined minds rep//
Ur chunk change like cents in pockets times ten might be a buck//
U still a dyme worth for every rhyme wrote i earn bout a thou....(..sand)// Nikka is u dumb i'll have ur tongue replace them Charmins double wraps//
I dap those whose lines scaple heads bald in word battles//
Now amp yours son or up yours the barrel gets to travel//
I'll tunnel holes in ya like teks funnel through winds or concrete boroughs// See now its duck season u buck an' i got reasons to cut//
Been in the cut since 8 tracks when played ur dad bust an' got u made//
U spit the luctose shit i hate that lucrose shit its diabetic //
Respect this my mind's infected ta rap impresive//
I'm still the hardest since dicks sexed clits an' squirt the hymens......// Whatttttt!


Knoka

f... son u don't make sense//
u's just a joke to hip-hop and a disgrace to africans//
let me take some time to enhance//hip-hop further
to a level where it will make hoz dance, and coz niggas to resort to violence// warning:
u taking a chance son ull soon b crushing//
let me drop one line 4 yur ho and leave her black face blushing//
u sound wack going on witcha meta two's//
b like George when i drop it up in her bush//


holla if u dig that suckerssssssssssss

bgthedictator@yahoo.com

Get deep son ur sloopy shit dont count u 2 p*ssy....... tu sabe'?
Knoka

yo son, u'r flipin wack not to lack of creativity.
u won't make sucka

Son need ur lines tweaked// ur slumped bout 98 degrees spittin' NSyncs//
This aint no sesame street// aint no grandmas or sylvester cats tweety/
Go find big bird an' the clic// seen me flip birds in a fist?/
I cook words an' flame nukkas//
Sit back an' burn nukka... see fire gon' melt shit now...//
Its Knoka ur best d*ck hun// when clips get run deep son... this muthas done playin' squeeze that//
Send kids to moms tits...// sucked.. tucked.. slept.. wet sheets.... while//
Mines get discharged//...... wit tit nibblin' an' clit deepin'//
Besides that point I stand rigid// but sight of pussy rhymes tilt me//
Hung me some fake rappers back then// been clappin' rip wit no hands//
Pimpin' got shit slapped// the fag got lip gagged the slurp stick way//
I mean that dead serious// try opposin' side's.... hideous//
U've seen my tool//... the mid swinger... wig clipper... leave fams bitter dude//
My aims precise fool// watch lames get diced up made shish-cobubs/
Perp mines dont play nice// no doubt i'll lay u flat by tenth slug. Whaaaaaaaaat.


Knoka reppin' Dar, Bongo Tz nukkah...........cant stand fable ass muhfakaz