yo

there aint a heart colder,than this dynasty soldier/
your not better than me, wake up and smell the folgers/
cus my guns dont ever stay in the holsters/
they put holes in your upholstery/
your a bitch, and instead of nuts i spit bulets in ya ovaries/
and aint no emcee servin me/
you dont wanna be receivin that call from the infirmiary/
and aint nuthin i write even pre written in my head/
besides you dont want to be the first canadian rapper dead/
you aint spitin hard so you got me wonderin like tha bread/
where did the 4 wins come from? not real members but actually himself instead/
ill leave blood on your bed spread,but i dont want you to die peaceful/
dont underestimate me im deceitful/
im capable of decapatatin armies of people/
cus youll end up like christover reeves when i pop the shotty in ya cerebral/

not too rough but still competetive