You playin with fire..scorch your mic spittin mines, naepalms N' dynomites/
Once I get my nine in sight...I guarantee you someones dyin' tonight/
Even If i smashed ya face off a jailcell..You still couldn't spit out bars/
Rhymes'll merk you knock you on the concrete now this bitch spittin out tar/
this foos ice cold..I pack more heat then a motha fuckin fire truck/
Cock Back Fire N' Duck Nothin to say like a fat fag in a tube this kid is stuck/
Droppin' fire Spittin bullets..Make your white t-shirt look like red dice/
This bitch thinks he's gangsta when he rocks tuxedos and fake silver ice/
The truth is this kids a fag the brady bunch is more gangsta then you/
wrecker got merked by Killah Bwoy beat this hoe N' make him get it tattooed/

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KiLlAh BwOy