Thiz iz a idiom I’m spitting to a idiot’|
I slap thiz silly snitch- like a mom breast
feeding a silly bitch”|

|Personalz| & |Punches|

Yo momz is –ill- she give knowledge as
best as she still cainz’| (can)
Why you stupid mayne’ cause yo momz
give ill brainz’| (lol)
Get mad @ me, you don’t have to have
mercy esay’|
Even still, when I murder you, I promize I
wont leave nada’|
I will dap-fizt-wit niggaz behind you’|
Blind you’|
Flowz so -deep- not even Satan can find
you’|

I ripped out all ya muscular
structurez…so bring bout 2 hurses’|
Why am I still spitting I laid diz kat out
first 2 verses’|

Oh and –Paylezz- started issuing
rapperz’ to display lezz’|
Nigga kawtic is sufficient’…dizzy still
lay-lezz’|

Oh and be real Kid’ you know I aint
pretending’|
My Damn “lima’ can’t rap but he still spit
a rip better than yo ending’|

Oh and Juzt to Let you know…

Thiz kid is getting shot’ like Tupac did in
the Chest’|
I put yo soul to rest, when the glock
surpress’|
Nigga I’ flex shit’|
No wonder yo mind speakz like its
anerex-it|
When the Tek-Hit’ I’m bringin the Hectic’|
dizzy flowz is empty’|
How he think he coming with the Correct
hit’|


Holl@ Back’

dizzy iz a bitch, damn well he can’t
split-it’
Wit real ~Nuts in hiz mouth~
that’z the only time he Spit-Shit’
Get on the track and get a new
profession’
No session thiz battled haz been ranked
in Kawtic's possesion’