(im bout to wipe my ass witcho bib cuz you about to have shit in yo life breezy)
yo check it

yo u need ta be like a cricket and straight hop outta here,i can sense fear,i dont need a glock ill straight hitcha from da rear/ (kicked yo ass witcho own shit)
im a lyrical god and im holding the citizens death list,
its say puertoricanelly's bout ta kill cricket, he might as well slit his wrists/
you usin michael jackson as punchlines when dat shitz played out,
you might as well prewrite yo shit and make yoself believe thats what battln is all about/
your a young female and you can call me Ted Bundy (this nigg that killed alotta girls a while back)
ill kill you like he did bitches and walk about thinking its funny/
u aint battlin you writing to me cute like its a love poem,
if i asked you the name of a rapper you wouldnt knowum/