cocked gun spits, even got thunder gauged heaters
ya shame readers, cuz peeps ain't inta ya bars like underaged drinkaz
I stay eager to blast War lord cuz ya lines just feeble
and if someone asked i'll say you ain't 'mean' much like kind people
i'll blast dunny..War lord? use witchcraft to clutter your mental
i told him to draw his weapon..he pulled out some paper and coloring pencils
ya gats not firing deadly ish... and plus ya text (tech's) weak
asked if you was 'packin' and you said no "i ain't movin til next week!"
WL like bugs on a beach shirt you get the slugs, Shore-T(Shorty)
Mess wit me? I put you in the "G"-Rave (Grave) like a fucking thug party
we dont know you? then die unknown since you liars persevere
heres a timeless WACK punch *INSERT HIS ENTIRE VERSE HERE*

i think hats 12...w/e drop ya shit