wiil smith u week man i crush u like a soda can treat u like asoma bin ladin in afganistan throw u threw the wood chiper u wont even come out half a man leave ur body parts leekin blood all through the land i battle mc random man u wahsed up like black faded pants lookin white ur type of flows just aint rite if miamis ur place ill run up on you and take flight like a jet in independence day oh by the way dont bother with a sequale that shit was hella gay ill leave ya family in all black daddy and brother the men in black at ur funaral cause i tore up ur back wit a mini mack holes in ur head the size of an 8-ball of crack you dident quit rappen cause u actin u quit rappen cause ur shits wack man