Here it is

I got your girl lips shining like she juss took some lip balm//
And now u wanna be friends like that old sitcom//
Slice ya kill ya and make seem like Im da real victom//
Ay Ya talk to much shit kid/ u gonna get bipped on//
Imma keepa In suck ya talent rite outta ya they call me tha leacha//
Don't make me eat cha Imma teacha I fill up rows up in da bleachas//
I"ll beseach ya/Imm killa I got two glocks that really wanna meat cha//
Imma put u in a sleepa/There a reason they call me tha killa preaha//

hows that