One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

Fake MC's get slain, they mind's warped from pain
the blood clogs tha drain, they drawls is shit-stained

You can blame, the liberator for offering greater data
But i left poison in my rhymes, for you to bite off later

Blacker than Darth Vader, swing lyrical lightsabers
Pen slashes tha paper, close tha wound wit a stapler

The masterbater, of words, rape your letters were they fold
Many hits go untold, sold by the time their too old to catch loads

Save Yer, Fake Words, i Display Worth, Derranged and Cursed

woun't be Behaved at Birth, so i Trained and Learned ta Bag the Herb

ya Wasted Terds, Claim your Worse,
but like I'm Rain ya Earth ya gotta Drain my Work

I'll wear clete's and tell u "put ya mouth on tha curb"

Announced my Return, Somehow ya Heard About my Style thats Expert

i step on stage wit green skin & a ripped shirt

and flat booty bitches, wit five inch skirts, niggas in the crowd jerk

But I just keep drinkin' my pert
I say come here honey let me show you how "I" work

Style's Diverse, Pile the Hearsts when i Smile and Turn

Then you fall to tha ground as you crash and BURN

yea hackers was a bad movie but i'll bring you something groovy,
cause our heat is too hot to handle, this candles flaming,


[btw, i hope people catch the reference to the movie 'hackers' from the line 'crash and burn']