uh look,
this battle dont mean shit to me.. gasp, dont think yo life is gon last, gon get clapped//
by a cat...who breaks niggaz backs wit bats, and murders with gats...i attack, fuck RB stats//
ya hear a...Ratta-tat-tat, when i get the nack to rap, all i do is talk crap, but i back it up, like shaq//
fuck stacks...i take a punch straight for your head...effecting u mentally, so u soon gon be dead//
u crazy fuckin wit this man...in 30 min u gon be a dead man...u a father more like priest, givin lil kid head//
but when niggaz see me...i dont even touch them, and there blood shed.//
or as so its said i can spit 6 lines and get it over with, but u wanna get murdered...so ima ryme a lil bit//
smokin cannibus...fuckin herb...u gettin mad at this? u cant handle this...spit, and rip shit//
silly faggot dicks are for chicks...i kill with automatics…murder crack attics, arobatic//
shit…fuck this bitch, who talk about cliques, take a puff on the blunt for my niggaz in heavin//
but fuck u, put out the blunt… pick up the gun…POP POP POP, u on the run//
this is the ending nigga, this shits don’t with, coz I pissed off rapper jus pulled the trigger//…::POW::