to the hatas
 

ya hold me back to delay my wrath and power//
try to slow me down like traffic in rush hour//
mouth open to devour, ready to eat ya whole//
spit u back out like I was chewin on skoal//
stack papers like secretaries, some goes out and in//
throw sum to my hitmen that'll black u out like gin//
envied by casinos, change my last name to Reno//
and niggas tryna Kill Bill like Quentin Tarantino//
ya constantly attack me like I can't strike back//
bury ya body, have kids play over u like tracks//
ya soul lifts like jacks, elevate then u fell//
underworld burnt u, now u say I'm hot as hell//

nah i wasnt feelin it it needed some major elevation on flow and wordplay and rhymes iight...........