*SHIT is that the same nigga with the hot glocks*
YHa it's me and im hear, looked at your face and saw a tear//
U lookin at yha waist lookin for a gat to make me dissapear//
But the truth is im leavin a smear of yo blood on my block//
Leavin yha face screwd so you cant talk, turnin you 'n' to the new side walk//
da only way yha rhymes will "rock" is wen you "bottamed"//
THrough you into a pit cuz my nigga's said rottem//
My g-12 aint got a stuttaderin problem but likes to spit // Especialy at "k1ll@~m1c" afta im finished my gunz lit//
Im on the ninth an you dunn already get riped//
My rhymes make yha mind roll they well spliffed//
WEn i spit you get sprayed like myst yo jus anotha bitch on my hit list//
Im burning U like "nabob" spin you round like his reacords//
WHy you got a bottle of cream next to that projecta//
This is onatha public announcement and it's not slim shady//
GO ahead spit and you still get fuked like a blonde ladie//