Yo fuck this lil kid shits over wit....Lets do dis


Shorten my first bar but i'm sitll killen you...
cuz for "chrits" sake, it will be less than 12 sylabals....

Kid takes my rhymes like they full of lead, he looks about ten, but his verse is already dead...
I laugh at what i read, you aint accomplishen nottin but the kid wit most hats on his head.../

ya lost back slumpin whit no poise, youngin commin at me wit fake pistols i dont fuck wit towyz...
kids rattle makes nothin but noise, cuz tha only "W" ya gettin is in Killah bo"W"yz.../

fuck "my riegn" you feelin my thunder-now, you'll be "six feet deep", thats how you went "underground"...
you lrycal skills are diminishin quickly thats a blunder wow, oh you battle accomp and lost i wonder-how.../

Y'all nyc rappers was cold...until the snow melted, come at me witcha paintball guns and i dont even leave welted...
of course this kids a boy, like when he swings its unfelted, like who's his daddy when this bitch is gettin belted.../

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