I'll fracture your legs so I can break some limbs, You walk like you retarted ain't no need to pretend// I'll go to your funiral cuzz i'm tha one that made it happn, i walked up in the church and people started clappin// I'll make you eat a pack of chewy bars so you "die of thirst"// Your dads legs are wide open, so you jump in "head first"// Rub these mac 11's againts ur neck, to make you sweat// Their filled wiff blanks but your screamin "Hit Tha Deck!"// SHit bitch this a check you going get killed in a sec// da fuck you doin battlin the best don't you know that i'll drop Ludgers on ur chest??// Bitch you talk to much i'm puttin you to rest this the best u messin wiff da fuck is wrong wiff your brain imma take the victory and rub u into shame// Everything u do in here going reflect on you people going come in and juss shit on you// No one wanna see a weak ass rhyme so do us all a favor and get tha fuck out FRont Line!// I'm a bigginer of this game but i'm coppin all the money and puttin u in rain// you out there all by your self while everyone is votin to put me up on the shelf...// Battlin me was juss a mistake get the fuck out the room and get fucked up wiff a rake you a thief a pussy and also a lier so shut you fuckin mouth you know you inspired bitch!