i see alot of emcees goin downhill, they on the fast track
your rhymes about as tight as an anal hooker ass crack
i attak fakers n stay cold like the winters
only paper u stack is gettin sold at the printers
ya not splittin jaws your a fukin misfit
i can throw a weak punch n knock u out with a mishit
i'm sick of people rap habits, they don't get shit like elmer fudd try and catch that buggs rabit,
i've had it ya faggit, someone "Warn a Brotha"
with ya tiny toon rhymes, didnt think your be DRAWin gay lovers
this niggas a lil bitch..go home and tell ur mother
b4 u ever try to diss me...develop a fuckin structure
punk bastard i'll pull 2 clip..have kid all sprayed
kid get wit the program all of your punches is played
rookies need to back up..especially if you want it me
i wont even work my self up cuz you already on your knees
This kid is only twelve, yet claims to be cool with gangs
If it ever 'came' down to it, you'd be shooting blanks
I'm used to fakes, rapping hard like they know the streets
my skills reality, you just brought home a-cypher-kit for your skills to peak
Joke with me? Something not taken lightly and requires second opinions
My rhymes keep you second guessing yourself like messed up Indians
Gun cocked right between ya eyes my hand never slip,
I'll walk across ya corpse wearing moccasin from your skin,
i'm ruthless don't give a fuck, nor do i care,
next time you fuck around i'll scalp your family bare
Stick to growin corn your style is worn.
Like some faided jeens that got torn.
Scrub those knees in the dirt before you claim doin work.
You prolly a soft ass circle K store clerk.
I'll leave your so called thick blood sprayin out ya head.
Cranium trama from the tephlon lead.
Multiple gun shot's spread from the shotgun leave you dead.
If my word's could kill.Ide lyrically form steal.
surgicaly peal your cap back, you feel?
you aint no fuckin MC let's keep it real!
how fucking hard are you? biteing other peoples lyrics? you're fucking pathetic...
you should hang yourself over ya pre-writtens, having you i bet ya parents regret it
Like I'm chinese, I feed off ya back, squeeze up ya raps
Ya see that i'm bad, I need to be entrigued to give daps
Just get a pound and that's that, I"m talkin 20 to the knee
Bitin's getting dragged on when you enter like bruise lee
So excuse me, I didn't mean to rip you cuz
You a roach in this net thing,so I'm workin out the bugs...

* working on the computer bug AHH DANM IT i cant fix it
fuck it lets get back to it, time to kill these bugs for-good*

all you bitches sit down, and take time for a breather
you wouldn't know ill shit, if it gave you hives and diarhea
you're type to walk through jungles when your boys are out
all get shot in the groin with darts and you offer to suck the poison out
know my rhymes and history, I got blisters when my fingers used to be
from schooling emcees, instantly giving out PHD's in misery
earned your certificate yet? What you want in..pain or death?
I eat virgin emcee flesh until just the stem of a brain is left


these bugs have been offically KILLED

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!