When time stops and rhymes drop to battles, everyone looks up to dumb assholes//
who think they are the fuckin awesome and wastin', tastin' the blood of the new freddy vs jason//
It aint their thing and they got trouble placin' themselves among groups of the "hot-new-dudes" who everyone knows they steal their fuckin' rhymes off google//
They fuckin' got copyrights and think its ok to plagerise, look in their eyes its all lies, you can see their failed tries//
They try to make jiives but instead they cry ova' their failed marriages, or messed up lives//
they expect someone to believe their overpowered and renewed sighs over almost a 1,000 wives//
they conceive a new status, and bring it back to the top, they get shot down and try to rehab their spot//
They try out again, but the judges act like simon from AI when it comes to rhymin'//
He gets on the stage and his face fades outta the darkness into the light, he says some words, but they are too blight//
He gets boed before he says a fuckin' word, all he could get out was "hacacha gelurd"//
He gets off, but doesn't give up, he tries again and gets DQ'd, it was a default win, goes to the home team//
He leaves the room and goes home he knows he'll have another chance soon, but for now he'll rest up in kean//

you know what i think, i already told you on msn, its cool, just gotta work on flow a lil, multies a lil and wordplay, apart from that you on the right tracks (IMO)