Lets Dance...

Whyd you even post...thats like lightin yah own funeral pyre,
this battle's a knife...and its 'goin down to that WiRe'//
Put holes in you like a Denali grill...yeah my glock-wrecks,
L's girl's like a hungry farmer, hand always around a cocks-neck//
LiVe WiRe's not beatin OFF~CeNTeR with his gay-flow,
toss you from heaven...then play horseshoes with yah halo//
I battle raw, hit you so hard your next of kin gets bruised,
Im the reason child services called to see if you were bein abused//
I hit like two-tons, screw guns...when I drop even yah crew-runs,
he wrote "W,R,O,D" on my dick, 'the word was on the tip of his tongue'//
your bars are stretched like the marks on SyleMs arms geek,
even my gums carry guns, 'Im armed to the teeth'//
OFF-CeNTeR's here to make yah girls back bend...,
you put up a straight line...with a white flag at the end//

werd...14 lines is enough...im makin it even numbered