yea dog, real fuckin tight
u a fake thug, neva hadda fight

u like ja rule, actin real hard
when u wont even step outcha damn yard

cuz u scurred, u neva been to the club
but if u eva go there, u might see me poppin bub

for real tho, no fakeness here
crazy like tyson, bite off yo fuckin ear

my shits the hardest, not no deny'in
im tellin u playa, and i aint lyin

cuz my guns, are already cocked
ready to jus, rip down yo block

cuz if u want beef, we like burger king
stick the ak out the window, let that bitch sing

cuz thas the girl, that im in love wit
u fuck wit me, she gon love to spark shit

she gets it poppin, like all the time
expecially when fake thugs, diss my rymes



oooooo suckkkkahhhhhhh ahhahaah

if yall dont like this verse, or if u like it, THEN FUCKIN VOTE ON BATTLES!

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20