feel like spitting.. so ima spit against you miss. <3
heres a riddle, whats big but soft in the middle/
and her stomach changes colors more often than skittles/
you wanna step correct my rhymes will shatter ya text/
ima batter ya neck, until from you i force me respect/
I bring more truth in my scriptures than rel-igion/
Load-up lyrical-AK's..and begin dipensing vocabulary ammunition, best believe my targets getting hit-in/
man ill destroy you inside out like cancer-to-skin/
you beating me is like skinny people playing russian roulette,chances-are-slim/
truth-is, im gully, gutter and ruth-less/
if i slapped you wit a gun-vest, you wouldnt know what proof-is(bullet proof vest)/
so holla when you think you worthy of gettin slapped-down/
cause honestly ya rhymes are funny, so guess that makes you our class-clown/
bleh.. fell off on that last part