I'll spit anyway

Fanta zee? battling me? step up wanabee, u wont trouble me
talkin bout a soft drink in ur name-card, boy theres probably 2 soft boys in ur home-yard//
another r kelly nigga? or a desperate depressed wigga? either way boy dont be talkin bout a trigga
got 2pac there in ur avatar, ur not dope, ur like a candy bar
nah i wudnt eat u up cuz i dunno where u been//
boy dont duk out jus take it on the chin//
blud ur living to die? i will fuck u up son in the blink of an eye//
i be taking over all ur money supply//
and ur talking bout dying to live?//
i think ur misapplying ur lyrical give//
See What Scourge Is Laid Upon Your Hate?!//
boy shut up, u be part of the infant mortality rate//
not compared to allexander the great//
u be suckin dik in a psychological state//