lets do dis

ima vet spittin out there kid, u cant beat those//
only thing u beat is ya meat in ya street clothes//

if you wished shotta it wouldnt be hope//
even if ya name was "cocaine" u still wouldnt be dope//

ya tech dont squirt//
ill get charged wit cruelty to animals when i shoot da rhino of ya ecko shirt//

betta watch out kid when u see me spittin, run//
i got trigga itchin gunz while u got insufficient funds//

ill shoot u kid wit no hesitation//
so when ya t-shirt wet it aint gon be from prespiration//

try on these bullets and see if u fit this//
neva "no-showed" but shotta is still on da bitch list//

u wunna talk about gunz come on kid i got those//
and when i say shells i aint talkin bout tacos//

shotta u neva bust ya gun like a sworn cop//
u a bastard, closest thing u eva came to a dad was "corn pops"//

u dont get money, come kid lets be fa rill//
closest thing u eva came to a mil.....is A.M.I.L.//

ya verse was wack shotta..dam i hate duds//
i'll put da burna to ya mouth son and burn ya taste buds//

get over it, we do not mix//
when i put da burna to ya feet is da only time u'll have "hot kix"

that guy on my shoulder, tellin me to blast it//
ill put da burna to ya chest dog, and turn u into ashes//

das rite ill take ya soul//
even if u had a x-box remote, u couldnt take control//

forget about that cocky stuff//
even if i lit ya rhymes on fire, they wouldnt be "hot" enough//

these mags will blow ya chest away//
and i got hollow tips, so u could put dat vest away//

holla at ya boy