yo....
i get more feed when shit-talk is said......
so im'a feed u clip's like a bowl-of-lead
i'll rip-u-off top... and bowl-ya-head
leaveing u tourn-and-dead,.... blood stored in shed
with ya body below the bed, cuz u aint see it comeing....
u slept insted
knife piecering through ya heart like niddles N thred
put the guns down....
u got a better chance whoop'in me with a live-jamaican... dreds
ya lies is make'in ya red, and gangs aint involve
im no baller but my guns compared to spre-,... the way it rerolves
or should i say spin, ya life slim ,...and i dont mean shady records
u'r the laugh'in stock in this like erkle stripp'in with lepord's
my dogs' shot people, u'rs a germen shepord
i could care-less if im better at open-mic then battling
cuz it aint a arena , when ya girl say that's-the-ring?
and we both know what that'll bring
new nigga to ya crib like a fathers worse dream
my flow dieabedtic cuz it thrist for cream
i squrit the machine and leave ya stright'en like a soft dick hardning
parten me?, move who? u could catch the 22
with a combanation of 4 holes like vergins pick'in.. to do who?



whatever........

its a free........