fuck gats
 

i'ma say somethin' 100% of ya'll ain't gonna like,
u pullin heat, u frutier than a hamaphroditic dike.
arms like two dogs with no names or leash attached,
immmediate unconciousness once they dispatch,
two years later, finally all your ligaments match,
sorry can't take yo motha's heart attack back.
mad love to those who always kept there honor,
that passion, stonger than yo bullets power.
those who chose not, the future's our hour,
the taste of forgotten actions, so bitter and sour.
let me die for my cause, here i become a martr,
the whole purpose was try to make life longer, people smarter,
for those who's life starts a little bit harder.

good concept put u couldnt really pull off the whole thing wit ryhmes