Ya rhymes suck and damn sure are shifty//
Now what the fuck Khaos you ain't got shit me to diss me//Thought you had me in sight, though I was marked to be dead//but in fact the target was aimed at the back of ya head//
Comin in swiftly, move like when vapor is misty//
you lookin back tryin to figure out why ya shadows' shifty//
Let me tell you nice... I'm not ya fuckin shadow, and you shoulda thought twice before accepting the fuckin battle//
Now, i got more ammo, that'll blend you into shit like you was mothafuckin camo//
I may choose the triggaz, but my triggaz neva choose//
Cuz who i choose to pop won't matter cuz the shooter isn't you//
I'll slash ya vest, rip it off, then i'll gash ya chest//
Pussy, have ya momma take you back to rest, just to prove you ain't got skill to question second guess//
Ain't my fault you gettin hung your the one who wove ya rope//
Before you took a shot at me, you shoulda checked to scope//