aiight

i wont harm ya head when i slice ya like PARM and CHEDD//
ill jus grab an axe and hack at blacks arms and legs//
my flows' hazerdous like diahreah with a laxative//
i'll never back your blasphemous, wack ass, attacks on Kids/
im teasin this bitch and uncovering his fears//
black u couldnt "hear-shit" if u had "assholes-for-ears"//
this undercover narc is my hostage, i'll bitch slap you with my glock kid//
put a shot gun in ya mouth and expand ya thoughts quick//
its just the simple facts. you'll never reach my level//
im hotter than she devils in sheet metal tea kettles//
contest with flow? your efforts are low your chest'll go with stiffened blows//
dismissing foes with sickened shows to leave you froze and twitching hoe//
convincing?? NO, i wont believe you could achieve a belt status//
so dont decieve, you nose'll bleed when I leave your head backwards//
notice the style !? rip through your flesh as I cripple your best //
hitting your chest and cause a mess after its ripple effect //
Because my Lines Always Cause a Kill//
cause i be shittin on this nigga black like jonny knoxville//

~1~ match my lines