Go ahead and judge the way I flow, you'll never go

To the heights I know, 'cause you blow like a gay ho

I'll mow through you and another like your mother's lovers

Starting with your brothers

And ending with the entirety of the city sucking on her titty

And clitty, but I still can't call her pretty

It's so easy to appease the sleazy fleas

On their knees around me pleadingly

Wanting to know about the vaunted rhymes

I'm flaunting and taunting them with a haunting

Grasp of intelligence... what's that? Sentience?

A semblance of an immense genius?... DAMN intense!

Jumping every fence with my endless cadence

Am I making sense?

Maybe if I drop it like a tyke on the mic

And psyche you out cold like a Klondike or a pass at a dyke

You'll be reeling with the feeling I'm dealing

And concealing with your peeling ego

As I take you down blow by blow and snag your show

With my flow from the word go

Like in the beginning when I was winning

That's why I'm grinning 'cause I'm skinning

A cat in another way, fucking up everything you say

Two ways from Sunday and play

On your words, flipping two birds

Kicking you with verbal spurs in your fake mink furs

So step off the stage in a rage

Another lame rapper caged as I turn to the next page.

David "Dingo" Bleecher