[machine1]

u see i rock the mic
im tired of messin wit u dike
u need to take a hike
how many times did i tell u that u my son
man u aint gonna beat machine1
stop tryin cause u gonna end up cryin
your ryhmes are so weak
u need to learn how to speak
i'll open your mouth, pull down my pants and take a leak
i know your gay thats why u tryin to take a peek

everywhere i go
i run the show
my rymes will never die
u so whack dont even deny
u see your girl she my honey
look in my pockets and u can see my money
i got a mil, more than twenty

ill put u in chike hold and u wont be able to breath
why dont u just quit and go leave
i got too many tricks up my sleeve
i know where u be when u dont come back later
u be in the bathroom u little master bater
stop being a hater
im done for now i will see u later