where you at dawg...

you claimin your a killer...that sends people to their death...
shit you came in my room with a knife..i laughed...got up..and left...haha
you got a knife and ive got a japenese blade in form of a cresent...
he sucks at killing..so he tryed this...but he cudnt rap a present...
quit spillin hearts and dont even try rap and spit your hearts...
because no one can hear you dawg..its like you spittin wet farts...
if anyones stainin blood its gonna be me...
when i hang him like quitar strings..just to get rid of this fake mc...
what school did you go to dawg because you cant spell shit...
bitch i could give you pen paper and put murde..and you still couldnt finish it..
ill wrap you up in a box and place it on ya moms porch...
but the dirty bitch will open it up and start rapin the corspe...
okay im done it was kinda fun playin with the murdera...
i hope i dont forget you..but its hard as fuck to remember ya...

aight holla bk with your shit dawg...no bitin or feedin off my shit