Freestyle #1

Heyo, the rippa strikes back

As I step up to da mic

I slice your b**** whack a** in half with my lyrical knife

Tommy Hill couldn't figure

The skills of this rap nigga

When I blow your a** to pieces, pull my lyrical trigger

                         (BAM!!!)

I turn you red, yellow, and blue

There ain't no more colors I could turn your b**** a** to

You try to play da rap game

Make their heads bob too

You fake a** bitin nigga, what the f*** you gonna do

When I take you to school

Make all da honey's drool

You gonna try to battle me just follow one rule

You don't ever take a line

That's been said too many times

By the same whack niggaz that you base on all your rhymes

I strike you a thousand times

Have you cryin' on the floor

You gonna never win this battle 'cause I already won da war!!