u the next target on my victim list
wrap u up leave u body by the tree like a christmas gift
u need to switch ya lines cause they don't effect me
u a bitch so my lyrics touch u like r.kelly
let the heater red ya head like the top of a snow cone
blood everywhere like i just broke ya nose bone
ya lyrics are garbage, leave more beef on ya plate then the menu at hardees
ya punchlines are played out just like sega's and atari's
so i'm knocking on ya door like i'm crashing a party
i'm a lyrical titan i smash all who come near
throw ya head in the lake they won't find ya for one year
ya need to go back and read my verses
cause they put more pins in ya ass then voodoo curses
and leave ya body bagged up like food that's purchased
man the pistols on my waist and it's used for a purpose
cause my verses fire at ya ass like multiple sharpshooters
and leave ya ass dead like a whale that was killed by harpooners