yo i saw a couple mistakes so i corrected them. this is the one to read



i got a team of rappers and a team of masked men/
that spit, empty the clip, then toss the mack 10/
why u wanna start rappin and approachin me?/
i gave you a dollar in Foodland for baggin groceries/
this is the last installment, forget the sequel/
cuz my guns will rock this fella like Beenie Seigel/
U sittin there typin thinkin i cant handle you?/
nigga i got guns bigger than the one in Rambo 2/
you little faggot, you dont really wanna clash with this/
you aint a thug, you a fake, like Janet Jackson's tits/
there aint nothin really sicka than the rap i make/
that has enough twists to turn your fukin cock-eye straight/
lets be real, u sayin you wanna stomp me out?/
you better off tryin to make a fukin frog*meow*/
i show up at your slaughter house where u quarrel and bitch in/
put a knife in your stomach and say you fell in the kitchen/
fuk battlin i got to your job and blast away/
and still leave your murder unsolved like jam master Jay/
you aint hood, you is a lil fukin Tennessee chump/
the only shots u ever take is from a Hennessy cup/
you aint know nothin bout gunshots and drug pushers/
the only weed u ever smoked was burnin bushes/
you fukin nut guzzler, thats all u ever shit out/
you was only born because i forgot to pull my dick out/
im tired of wastin rhymes on a nigga that's bitch-made/
with your fukin Bow Wow raps, you belong in the fifth grade/
you fag, you kissed your bitch after she suck my dick/
come on now, you know it wasn't white lipstick/
it aint no applause when i get to clappin/
so dont get me mad, or ima really start rappin/