Challenge - Calling out I-Ronik.

Cruel-T

I'll start this out.


There's cancer that forms in my brain, bringin' rhyme instead of death
When this battle ends, you'll be seeking comfort through crystal meth
Scarred for life, when you look into the eyes of your creator
You are sentenced to maximum punishment, I'm the MC "Dictator"
I'm a ghetto George Bush, I'll invade ya' streets without warning
Stay in ya' house, or end up on the news with ya' family in mourning
I ain't got beef with I-Ronik, sh*t, this girl's got flames
Which I'm going to extinguish with rhymes taller than tidal waves
I called you out, because you're next on the hit list
Call me 'Principal Cruel-T', school of hard knocks, you're dismissed
Leave ya' shaking like a leaf on a tree in a hurricane
Got a platoon of gangstas aroun me, strapped like military campaign
Mortars flyin' at ya' the size of Pamela Anderson's breasts
You'll regret me, like a woman reading her first pregnancy tests
I dont sling bullsh*t posts, I scare like a living ghost
I'm twice as hot as the beach sand on east coast
I turn my enemies into pencils, fillin' em full of lead
I'm the monster ya' heard of, sweetheart, look under ya' bed
I'll end this first post lightly, like breakin' in a guitar for perfect sound
When you wake up tomorrow, you'll find ya' hood burnt to the ground