iight hey check it

u couldnt spit if ur life depended on it/
u spit rhymes and the only thing i spit up after hearing it is vomit/
ill put a whole in ya head, like you was hit with a comet/
and thatll take yo life faster than if i was a pickpocket/
i smoke mary jane on the regular/
cant shake me or break me cuz this shyt is spectacular/
i can only see the future and it has me in it/
im strong and ur weak, and like pop-eye nicca i eat my spinach/
so step up ur skill son, and try to give this shyt a shot/
oops too late u were already hit by me on ur own block/
sprayed by my two beretta glocks/
i show no mercy when it comes to spittin/
cuz i have one thing on my mind and thats winnin/
my mind has ben spinnin from the beginning/
and a big can of whs what ive been dealin/
so come on shorty of u think ur worthy/
cuz we gonna be pourin out bacardi in remembrence of ur birthday/