Short lil' spit......holla

This anger gets pint up to tha point you wanna get up/
Let ya true feelings show and spill ya heart so that everyone knows/
Life ain't always one blissful fairytale yellow brick road/
We go through shit like personnel workin' on a camode/
Now tha game is sold not told, so let me hear tha highest bidder/
You a fake thug wannabe so I'll be tha side splitter/
I'll litter tha ground wit ya remains and feed em to ma pets for dinner/
Yeah I'm a winner, I thought you knew cuz I already beat...him, him, and her outta ya crew/
It's a shame to do, cuz you tha last cat standin' in ya crew...anyways lets go ahead and get this thru/
I'll finish you "BREW"-tally when I "cook" my pot of "BEEF"/
Ya rhymes is under mine so you'll grasp what lies be-neaf/