i'll smash ya teeth-in.. till its showing out ya jaw...
and use it for the previews... of ransum version of saw...
your raps a virgin... so you not fucking with us at all...
you'r only sick verse... had us nap'in like extra strenth tylanol...
i'll son-ya-bars... ryde ya bitch and toss ya son-out-ya-car...
and have you taking repeated shots... but aint none-from-the-bar...
when it comes to raps... you better them me?.. what are u kidding brah?..
ya boy ransum spit sick like i had clamedia...
i got guns aim to get rid of ya...
so the led shot i'll be the only thing u feeling brah...
i'll 'scrape you off top' like a celing brush...
cuz when it comes to crunch-time.. its like my plate fill with crust...
Ransum a 'meat lover'... so imagen how the 'beef feel to us'...
probley the same way crack-heads feen for dust...
thought you would ' love a easy diss'... guess ya heart was filled with lust...
cuz when it comes to beating me... u'll have a better chance with ya hands making metal-steel just crush...

its only the warm up show....