Just A Lil' Prick
Artist: Panther

I'm a little short on time, so i'll keep this verse small
like a midget ridin a seahorse in an underwater haul.
It's a wee bit tricky keepin up with mini of my words
whether you're shortsighted or your short-term memory's blurred.

You've got undersized talent and underdeveloped skill.
Plus, you can't reach over the counter without walkin on stilts.
To make a long story short, i'm simply hotter than toasters.
You're just short-tempered cuz they won't let you ride rollercoasters.

It's half to one... your mom calls and says you annoy her
when you toddle in the house with Gary Coleman and Verne Troyer.
Just a diminutive detail... even a child could see it's true,
that your key to stunted growth lies in buying taller shoes.

Although you've got a tiny advantage when we play miniature golf,
I don't have to use a step-stool when the doc asks me to cough.
When god filled your mold, he musta shorted you a few gallons.
But i'll try hard not to suggest that you're vertically challenged.

Now It's My Turn
Artist: Stalker

Just cuz I'm short you think you have an angle
but Im gonna sho u how far my nutz can dangle
You can talk about my height all you want
Cuz you know im da king, call me the commandant

D, your hair is freakier than Ali gettin knocked out in 2
You walk like ya shit don't stink, but we all know it does
Ill take on all of ya boyz, and the best part is that im a Jew
All you got is a mouf, Jay tells me ya ball hair is just peach fuzz

Your rhyme can't match mine, eva, forget it
You read my flow and get a jealousy overload
My mind is complex, you need a formula for my shit
And your beats are worse than Stevie Wonder typin in morse code

This is for you Dazz, bring it with all you got
And I know you thinking that Im gonna say Spazz,
But Im not that predictable, im unstoppable, a real balla
No substitutes or false faces, just the truth...

The Angle
Artist: Panther

You're wrong. I do got an angle, it's almost 90 degrees
straight up your mom's banghole while she's beggin me please.
And what about my peach fuzz? Better believe it's just enough
to cushion the thrust of pushin as i bust in your granny's butt.

But enough with the sex jokes, i've got more skill to harnass.
You still upset cuz half your family got thrown into a furnace.
That's a joke for all my hasses, so you can suck on Hitler's nut
then lick both of my ballses. Named after a jew star... I'm fucked.

I'm Southern Fried like Ludacris; a Ghetto Star like Pac.
You rhyme like you're new to this; like a master, i've got it locked.
You'll Die Tryin' while i Get Rich. Beg For Mercy like 50 Cent.
My Gangsta Shit'll leave you stanky if you walk in my Footprints.

Still My Turn
Artist: Stalker

You think that you're crafty with those album titles,
Well Cheers, we'll do it yo screwed up way...

You need to watch yo Word of Mouf,
You just mad cuz you can't match my girf
Jackpot, I got this like Wills got Jada
You'll get trapped in my musik, you and ya brotha

You say I rhyme like Im new
But you the one without any game
I rock this shit like Im tha Grand Champ
Ill beat ya ass and take ya name

Sex jokes, try to beat me
Im more perverted than mini-me
Yo granny is more of a whore than Pamala Lee
She on the street givin em what they want for a dolla o'tree