Freestyle
 

Yo.

I kick it off like a punt for any bitch that wanna battle
I burn niggas on wax, just like wiccans on a candle
ya'll just be lickin on the ashole, i get the gat, blow
yo face off, take off yo epidermis, let the fat show
i guess i'm that cold, the tech'll blast yo whole squadron
with no problem, droppin missles wit mo bombin
i slide threw the spot and pull over to the right lane
i get out and see a dice game, i gamble for the right change
I slapped em when the nine came, hopped back into the white Range
took my crew n left, cruisin on pinkies, riding threw the west
ready to hop out n abuse ya chest, shoot the tech or let u choose ya death
mc's choke on the mic, loose ya breath, he had a lyrical vest On
but I'm equipped wit verbal Tephlon, now yo Chest' Gone
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I stomp ground hard enough for granet to break
i'm not homosapien, i'm an alien from the planet of apes
gettin lost in my jungle? just imagine ya fate
i'll throw u to the ground hard enough for the whole planet to shake
attack with ravenous rage, damage ya face, slashin wit blades
it's like i dropped yo family picture, the way i damaged ya frame
strip you, leave you on the corner askin fa change
you're just history, some bitch who was tragically slain

what ya think?