I may not have wins but hear me out plz

I figga that Im bigga than sayin to resolve my problems I need a trigga//
Tell yo girl that I digga/And make George Bush seem like an intelligent nigga//
Im not Shady/but Im more brady than the bunch//
U want a hunch/Im not Hawiian but I carry a punch//
U in my leauge plz/I sat suck these If u hate what I do wit my keys//
U throw 1.000 punches and come up shorter than mini me on his knees//
U just bate/Imma a butler u dirty/Well I wipe a very clean slate//
but I can sense hate and I'll take some tape and seal yo fate//
~but wait theres more~

I'll leave yo girls lip shining like she juss took some lip balm//
And make that bitch wanna be Freinds like that old sitcom//
Kill ya,hide da body and make it seem like Im tha real victom//
Ay yo U talk too much shit son u gonna get really bipped on//

Da finale

Imma keepa I'll suck ya talent rite outta ya /call me da leacha//
Don't make me eat cha Imma teacha I fill up rows in da bleachas//
I'll beseach ya/Imma killa I got 2 glocks that realyy wanna meet cha//
Imma put you in a sleepa/therse a reason they call me tha killa preacha//