All That
 

You think you all that
you aint even got a ghat
I hit you over the head with a bat
till you crack
You need 10 gallons of gas for your
Monte carlo you aint nothin
but a fuckin huncho
I pull out the revlover
you think you still cool
wait till i give you what ive got for you
8 rounds loaded in the chamber
all of them are for you
You try to run from it but it makes it worse
Its just like a curse
smack your seeing red
Its the motherfuckin bloodshed
oh no your dead

this is lame dont eva post this again go to the wackness center for some help ...........

you need help
 

you need help bitch

master-g u suck yo, that rhyme was horrible