that was good. you got some skill.

Baking~geekz n Spraying~heat, Aint no faking~me, yah attempt is great~to~see/
but im makin ya whole crew 'run for cover' like chasing~sheets //

don't know why but the beef came wit the fame/
fuk around and i'll leave more shells on the ground then a baseball game/

peanut shells-you eat peanuts at baseball games.

let me know what you think.

You Whack u kno that u lil bitch cant Contract
Cause im the nigga that got better punches if fistz came out my ass

nigga you aint hood your the type to talk to the feds
telling that my GUNS got MORE BODIES than HOOKER BEDS

this kid think he hot hangin wit thugs/
jails got more cells then your brain does/

good drops everybody.......

"chicks like my rhymes", thats why they want me in bed
whether "droppin hot bars", or "gettin dome in the car"
im still "comin"(cummin) "off the head"

haha...that cool?

aight, heres a dope bar....

call you gay "Green Bay" the way you "packin" the fudge/
colon' commandin~backdoor bandit, suck on deez nuts/

must be biting pac cuz yo verses sho do "get around" the block/
lets keep it real, the closest you'll get to gettin' a "deal", is rappin' from the 99 cent sto' parkin lot//

ur flow is cold ‘n chilly so everytime u enter in tornaments u blown it
cuz like ‘duncan’ missin a foul shot, u fail at the ‘spur’ of the moment

^i used that in a battle

dat was otayzer....


everytime i walk down the parkin lot alley.....
I see ur face when i fall in da valley........

Taking Nines, And I'm Ill Wit All These Lines,
N I'm Like An Anesthesian, Coz After This You Won't Feel Yer Back.. <wack

I spit rhymes so loud it'll blow out ya ear drums
Leave you scared at night, hiding, fearing 'em

Explod thisk ids imaginary dick leave him mad
cuz like his name hes the 99 cent version of B-RAD