boka'Lewis(Vs.#1)
Thiz iz ma analogy FUck with me And i Cut ur Anatomy
Lyrical Academy Skool of Knockz 
To stop faggotz like merrickz suken k'9 cockz
Stock the glockz Imma kill u with theze random shotz
Wordz so hot fat burnin in ur blood clot
U asked me once asked me twice 
"BOoka IMma Battle U" 
Well thatz AIite 
Sit back n relax
Imma bomb ur ass like a bush on Iraq
Gettin strapped U cant fight theze tacticz
like them bishop catholicz 
Raping kidz for practice
just a bitch lookin for the stardom
Shunned and trash like a used condom
Rappin aint ur style 
Dont let me put u in denial
just an employer saying
"Imma keep u in ma file"
How bout becommin a singer
Got a voice like Elton John
Losin verginity to Jerry Springer
Ma rhymez are intoxicating 
Like Jack Danielz constepating 
Before thiz verse iz over 
I plan to turn u soaber


Verse #2

Look i Dont mean hurtcu
Or curse U 
But to battle and kill u
Iz the bokaz virtue
So stop and think about it
Dont Doubt like a bitch and forget-about it
Im not startin beeef
Nor am i a vegetarian
Just looking for defeat
In the boka mediteranian
The closest thing from u beein a boxer
Are ur purple shortz while u dreaming-
About tryna pick up women but ur alwayz left with siemen
if u ever tried to be slick 
It would only be with vaseline ridin ur dick
Ma rhymez are buildin up like clusterz
To get rid of u all i need iz ma dustbuster
Yo this aint nothin personal
Cuz i want u to take all the offense u can get
But i;ll be a little merciful
By finishin u off relievin the debt