aight, here we go...

even though im begining-ima neva forfit/
you gonna feel the wrath-when my four spit/
leave ya body parts in a neat box-all assorted/
ya name?ya need ne flow/you get killed every time like kenny-bro'/got cha' moms waxy like a candle/
i got more magic than orlando/
i always spit with the niceness/
ya off point-im shootin with precisness/
ya uppin for t-cypha-uppin ya face to my nuts/
every1 knows u gonna lose-obviously this guy sucks/
you a dumb fuck-looks like ya aim wrong/
you really came wrong...how the fuck u gonna spell Kane wrong?/
"its so hard"-gotcha' bitch singin the same song/
(fake nigga)..ya pus' the only thing thats real/
bitch i'll stab ya with ya own high heel/
killin niggas, just for laughs/
you so po' so im takin ya soul--with fuckin four claps/
im beastin niggas in my writers block/
yo ass is right on time for the fighters clock/
get the fuck outta my "district"-im compared to killer instinct/
u cant see me 'bra'-cookin ya like colum--bia/
im killin you ya parents-ya sis' and ya kids/
im so gangsta yall comin to me...so fuck were u live


haha, you nice dawg, i tried though yo...holla, lol