Look
I'll give you some food for thought.//
You think you're gangsta because of all the " Clas sic" shoes you brought?!!//
When I spit you'll get smoked quick.... like a pound of sticky trees.... Flow so hot it'll melt your face like a pound stickey cheese.//
You can rap...Kinda Sort... But you'll get torched by a rookie......like a tail pipe on a Porsche with a V6 Horse.
WTF "Da Nasty North"//
WTF are you talking about.....I won't run....I'll walk in Ure house with 2 bisquitz....Stick those in you mouth//
In this battle I'm gonna shine.... Take your time...N evaluate my rymes.... Because its gonna take all of your 21 wins combined.... to even come up with a respectable line//
Its' about time for this bitch to be falling off.....I murder your whole crew like a Hitler Holacaust//
Because in the Midwest dirty, I'm the boss.... It's a shame after this battle.... to your nine...you'll be adding anouther loss//
For you.... I'll clap the guage.....put something hot inside your braids....cut your face....get ghost like smoke.....then disappear like a pound of haze....Ripp the mic from you by the shoulder blades.... then skate like a pair of roller blades//
No doubt you one of the top dogs..... But I'm next so you'll get your cabbage cracked open like a bustaed hotdogg//
ha ha ha ha ha !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL
