bitch please.........

yo letty how many bullets in a tech-nine?? you could take a lucky guess! or count the wholes in ya chest-line
nigga spit ya best-rhymes! i'll write my name on ya face cuz thats the only way you'll get-'signed'

nigga holy-Fuck, you could strap ya words with bombs and still couldn't blow-me-up
y'all know-he-sucks pointin arrows at the sky's the only way he can show-me-up

like swallowin buckets of wood-glue, when this nigga came out he bit off more than he could-chew
man you'll need a new hood-crew cuz you'll be 17 and be runnin in fear but if i was you i would-too

bitch i'll straight Fuckin murk-you, my words attack ya brain so you know they gonna hurt-you
this bitch wears a skirt-too, i'll stab you in the back you'll never see me in the smoke that i lurk-thru