to a guy named disaster
 

Diszaster gunna get plastered lookin like a basturd my style already mastered.
Time to pick up the pace ill put this glock in your face still winnin this race/
i leave no clues or trace of the mace i use, just the face i bruse and the blood you gooze/ Your trippin but you still whiter even if you lookin like that nigga on street fighter. Imma vandle that'ill man handle your mandable, you trippin and slippin like a wet sandle, Renegade grab the grenade n throw it in your esclade, look at the mess it made/ i got the sharpest blade and the quickest reaction,
redy for action, loosin ya traction/ on the ass that ya packin/
the shit that i spit is only a fraction/ ill give you advice stop fuckin fudge packin
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I liked it but i didnt like the way you wrote it......


one love......