look ill drop 1st since this ol dude wont spit.....

ok i dont know where they found this dude//
but since his pops aint around ima punish and ground this dude//
spit in ya food , take ya meal ticket, turn u into a statistic, heres a tip, ill leave ya hollow//
corpse come up missin, no evidence so evidentally tha cops wont have shit to follow//
-jacka-, step up and get swallowed, watch me sip ya blood after i pop ol boys skull like the cork on a wine bottle//
.........when i flow, nigga know, u cant survive, ya skills suck//
plus i leave ya like a leprechaun wit diarhhea, shit out of luck//
nigga step up, get wet up, aint no set up, when i touch down//
kuntry gone lay that crush down, nigga lay your philly and your pink thong down//
i been a clown, like wringling brothers, bustin heads like re used rubbers//
jacka soul searchin, doubt youll ever recover, ya skills suffer//
tha last thing ya hear is my gats rumble, pop pop motherfucker..............//