This is my demo for a song, Tell me whatcha think, here is the lyrics and a link to the 1/2 finished recording/song

http://www.zshare.net/audio/15082739375b866c/

Ayo’

Your brain aint a thing, I’ll take it drain-it
Rearrange-it, have you thinkin so hard that you sprain-it

Taint-it, Paint-it with images of hatred
Spray-s**t, fake-s**t. I make-hits to break-kids

Down, to plot to do my evil bidding, I’m kidding
Or am-I? You get mad when-I, when I’m winning

All the time, It don’t stop, you won’t pop-em
You ain’t got the top, it’s mine, your on the bottom.

I rot-em, decay this s**t, your head I play-with-it
You b*tches won’t say-this-s**t, that I do, your fakin-it

I’m takin-it, home, the trophy-is-mine
And homie-its-time, that we get back to business, redirect the mission

Battle me I’ll cut you with precision,
Deep incisions on your pride in an instant

Listen, I’ll beat you till your spark of life is missin.
Good-riddance, send me to hell, cause atleast I should-fit-in.

I’m probably one of the hottest-around
I poke a hole in your game and then I bottom-it-out.

Strip you of your fake persona, so your caught-as-a-clown
By the way this b*tch is acting I should have bought-em-a-blouse

The b*tch kept running but I’ve got a hold-of-em-now
Stab em in the f**king stomach till he’s cold-on-the-ground.

Now he’s whining and wimpering and hes rollin-around.
Whos the king now? Looks like Ive stolen-your-crown

Yeah, I’m the cream-of-the-crop
You struttin around like you supreme-and-on-top, but when I see-you-you-stop

Dead-in-ya-tracks, You had best better-your-facts
I protect myself, but I should known that you’d get-at-my-back.

I trusted you, I thought you were better-then-that
And your so watered down now that your wetter-than-sex

I’ve weathered-the-tests, settlin this vendetta-is-next
Rain down on me your hardest, cause my umbrella-is-flexed.