my bars'll hit ur ass like a mack truck cuzzin an
u won't ever settle a score if u just internet thuggin

I spit fire like a house in Texas, engulfed in flames
And I'm tired of battlin niggaz thats just reckless,herbish,lames

send u ur dick in a shoe box package & I'll peel back ya cap wit this lyrical automatic
this cold, heavy and black shit and make this rapper disappear like magic
this FLAWLESS MUSIC right here, all the way 2 the mutha fuckin casket

and six feet deeper, get these heaters, right out ya lips, I stack chips, and sip these liters

And on the hip is some shit that'll split ya wig
an u can't spit enuff shit, that'll get ya BIG

plain & simp ya dig? fuck around & u'll come up short
and I'll set ur bars on fire a pack of Newports

I ain't even gotta go hard, on ur lame ass cuz
cause on ur pc u real hard but in real life u ain't no thug

I see ur record's 17and10, only cause u battle little boys thats not yet men
like Catholic preist's, leave kids alone thats a sin, and I'll leave u punch drunk, like u was guzzlin gin

I spit some shit u can't comprehend, and let u roast in the flames on hell
make u tap out of this battle, somebody better ring the bell

I'm hard like chinese trigonometry, u soft was wet napkins
and when u see the vote polls, u'll b like wtf just happened

And I ain't got no personals, except u only seventeen
so I can't go too hard on u dogg, cause some shit I spit is too obscene

for such young eyes to view, and YES I'm talkin bout you
so I'm done wit this rhyme, cause I dropped 12 of the 15 that was due


not very hard 2nite casue I'm just tired of hatin on niggaz, so if u win this shit...I really don't give a fuck! But n e way n e time u wanna Freestyle holla @ ya boy and I'll eat u like birfday cake cuz! aight -1-