i waz on utube and i wote ths rap down with a little bit of tech in there

i am the king u r the sire
9 bullets in my chest on the day i retire
gettin shot just lyk 50
but revive myself just like diddy
i dont fink there cud be
a more wiked mc
coz aids-infested child molersters arnt siker than me
the devil himself once
bourght me a mic
but i refused coz god tourght me how to strike
and skillz unused like falopian tubes on a dyk

so this guy called dripz decided to call me out and retaliate with this

if u think u got shot like 50 u must be high
because we all kno thats a filthy lie
and stealing lyrics like u isn't my style
cause when i swallow gasoline all i spit is fire
ill leave u whack bitches paralyzed from the waist down
because the king is here and im comming to get the crown
so don't lyrics steal from the immortal tech
cause when i drop rymes everyone feels the effect
so back down now before you get capped in your chest

ready for round 2?

i was ready motherfucker and hit him with this

lets do this shit dripz

u all no y i pause the game
gt money need cream dnt lyk ma coffe plain
gotta lotta nervous bitches rappin
gunna desise u lyk michal jakson
ur boys gunna get slumped wid u
brother ima baller your boyz gt punked wit u
u run in slow motion
and y ur bitch fukin wit him
boy this is the fin
give up now and avoid destruction
coz if u dnt ima start huntin
gunna kill ur luvd 1s evry1
but b4 i do ima rape ur mom i
ts not even actions yet its just words
yet in ya panties i smell a big fukin turd
ima pistol whip u,spit on u
then do the same shit to hole fukin crew
eminem waz white trailer trash
but evn he cud take ur bitch ass
ima pass it on remember dnt choke
coz u mite find, ur shitty lines get stuk in yo throat

yeah bitch take that

Sittin' on the couch with the morning post
With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast
Thinkin' I'm-a change it up--yeah that's always fun
What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald's run

So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend
Yo, I found a five. Man, that's Canadian.
How 'bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies?
Oh, it's 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G.

Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor
Speed limit's 25, but I'm doing 34
Going drive-thru style, man it's fast express
You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness

Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare
Frenchy with a headset, "can I take your order?"
A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son
A McMuffin, then be stuffin' muffins up in my trunk

Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can't decide, uh...
All's I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah
How 'bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor?
No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel

Don't forget my #4, or there'll be hell to spend
And I want them eggs poached like an elephant
Frenchy back on the line, "is that all your order?"
No it ain't, fool, I want a Coca-Cola!

Get my cup of Coke and I'm-a start a riot
Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the "diet"
Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name
Brian, I ain't tryin' to drink aspartame

Sittin' on the couch, 'bout an hour later
Pickin' at a pouch of some Now n' Laters
Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch
Start the car up fast because it's time for lunch

It just takes two bucks and I get what I need
Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese
"Supersize Me" said he's had enough of it
But how is it bad for my heart if I'm in love with it?

If you never had McDonald's, heck, well dude you should
It's a party, like a Hardee's, except the food is good
Just don't get a large #2, I plead with you friend
Cuz it'll be a large #2 when you see it again

Enter the store, first you holla, then you
Pick a couple items off the dollar menu
Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard
Mix the sweet n' sour with a squirt of mustard.

A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce
Paying ain't a pain, they take cash or credit
Want a water? You can pay up there for spring
Or get the free Grimace cup--how embarassing!

They say, "you're playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy"
Only thing bad for my heart's when they forget my toy
Now I'm-a have a milkshake, but before you rant
It's made of shamrocks--now that's a plant

People say it's bad, but I don't believe them
McDonald's is peace--just ask Tom Friedman
Momma catch me with a 'zine, and she's screaming "stop!
Don't you worry, Mom, it's just my man Ray Kroc

this brederen is the man that made me a pimpin thug and i can only thank him. he showed me the ways of crunk, rap, hip-hop,mc,two-steppin,crip walkin and basicly poppin-it