My beats are slammin...

[Verse One:]

My beats are slammin from [bad word] programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
So you [bad word] for covah!
Niggaz better loosen they [bad word]  felt the glass
forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the [bad word] die
The max-imum of MC's are populating
The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
 [bad word] stinky like a girl's poo-poo

 [bad word] ]

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Ahh [bad word]  here I go once again
Rhymes get [bad word] from the time that I spend
 [bad word] old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old Al Green [bad word] 
Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The [bad word] I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like [bad word] so I can get
FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it

 [bad word] 2X]

Help master! [battle ensues]
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
 [bad word]  I didn't know who you were