potato chips got nothin but hate
he spittin it all out there, he just does not wait,
he does not think, he just does not know
wat he does, he just player-hates!
He just cant appreciate good talent when its near
"8 inches or miles, it really aint here"
he livin by the line he implies
But all he knows is, that, he lives by a lie
Its thrown in his face, he still blind as a bat
yet he does seem to notice a "repeat yourself" trap
"a brick wall could beat you, so could a clown"
but how would you know that, when you're already down?
swift rabbit punches just dont do the trick
verbal assaults will do - u use stones and sticks
what you think will draw up a crowd
will in fact will get you punched around
"i doubt you can rhyme about a slice of toast"
well, i just rhymed about you, for the most
I rhymed about you, i dissed about you
quoted, rejected, and tossed about you!!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the art of PWNAGE!