checkin in


rifals cocked back aimed at yo temple
sweats drippin down ya cheak
ya piss yo pants as I'm watchin you tremble
how ya gonna stand up to battle me when now you a cripple
ya get rippled with verbal shrapnal
when I blow up like a bomb then attack like a jackal
make sure ya defense is ready when I come wit tha tackle
I feen fo meat like a forocious taradactil
you a flea ya bother me
like a bee that wont leave
a fly that wont die
like a baby that always cry
But Im the one to dunk yo head in the tub until ya drown
like that mom on the news
ya battle me ya gonna loose
verbaly assaulted an lyricaly abused
wit yo gay rhymes aint no one amuzed
I'm not the one to judge but I beleive ya wackly accused
people like you need to be slaughtered like jews
I be the bomb wit tha short fuze
you be tha neck an I'll be the noose
My flows you can't handle
hunt you down like a animal
eat you up like a cannible
fo ya verbal murda I'll be liable
I'm to villanious I keep explaining this
so just read the title villin
lyricly killin weak rap civilians
FBI investigatin murdas
bodies hangin from the ceilin
cryin cause I hurt your feelins
I got you an ya homies hangin from the roof
if ya wanna battle step face to face in the booth