ask him... and hes just fine and hell sum it up in a punchline,
at lunchtime its crunchtime in the lunchline for mister unsigned,
freestyles for miles with the new styles he compiles,
its been a while since he smiled linen rivals up single file,
the young unsung one reppin some slum where hes from,
his mind beats a drum watchin some bums fight over crums,
the words form like venom its just in-him{in-em}so he spits em,
lipps get dry so he licks em as he despences sentences in rhythm,
all the witnesses just listen as he proceeds on dishen out cruel intensions,
dissen on a mission to start picken apart some vixon who looks like lisa simpson,
ask him... and hes just fine and hell sum it up in a punchline,
at lunchtime its crunchtime in the lunchline for mister unsigned