The Wreckoning Lateef the Truthspeaker

[Lateef]
Look bitch
You know I'm comin' tight
So you can switch them hips from left to right
All night and won't nobody give a shit
If you were sittin'
I might ask you to stand so you can take a load
Off your mind
Cause the lyrics you kicked were so butt, your brain
It must be synonymous
With your behind in the time and you know your rhymin'
Sucked black
That's why I still can't figure out why the fuck
He was all on my nut sac
He was droolin' on the tool and who are you foolin'
Tryin' to act so cool and
When it comes to the duelin'
Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin'
Ooohin and Ahhhin
Really don't matter as long as the rapper
They know who's shit is phatter
And who should be beggin' the pardon
For the disaster as I blast you into
Anti-matter make you scream out uncle
As I punk you with the funk
Watch you buckle like a punk will
Another chump killed
As I chuckle pumpin' steel through the steel
So that I can steal the show
The bunk had no appeal
Meaning that I don't feel the whack
EVEN when you be feeling that
No matter how slow you go
You still got no-THING to say
When skills are softer than clay matter
C'mon man, that ain't where the cash is
You musta thought that pretty ass shit was gon' make
Some dough on the strength of those promo pictures
Ho
Blow me down
I gets down
That even if we go just one more round
And I'm from the 'O'
Challenging you in your own goddam town
And I know the homies gon' clown
When they hear the profound thoughts and
Experiences applied from my strife to the
End of your life on this mic
The years run off by the hour
The aspirations FLEE with the YEARS
As they get devoured with time
Eventually you will age and collapse
What good are your raps if your
Synapses can't fire
The rapid rhymin' and tactics
That I can flash with
Automatically blastin' back and
Cappin' and laughin' at all of this whack
Material that you brought
Devoid of substance lacking
Action between word and thought and
Perhaps it's best for e'rybody
If we just cut short