check it yo

yo i spit hollow tips/and hollow out clips/quik to open yo mouf and i'm quik to close it bitch/
then i'll treat you like yo name duesh and clean yo clock/come thru my hood and get jacked mo times then yo cock
then like da shit yo name clean fuck wit da 9 i'm packin on my wiast/6 in da clip one in da barrel do you wanna taste
i'm sick and tired of battlin inferior competion/ especially when its niggas who could pass for women/
keep breakin hard you'll be sleepin wit da fishes/ cause i ain't bout no game quik to do you like the dishes
so listen befo you spit dat wack shit you do/i ride dolo ain't got no need wit a crew/
steppin hard by my god damn self/ and i wish you and yo peeps would by my god damn self
nigga my rhyme get mo play den treble clefs/ while yo shit stuff in production it ain't neva gone hit the shelf
i'm like cigarretes when you battle me/cause i deflate egos likethey do lungs
spittin nothin but heat cause anger in my heart and fires on my tongue
if i was you i'd kill my moms fo havin me/
i was gangsta even as an infant i smacked da doctor for spankin me
then went to the ward and rolled up a tree
don't need to spit many more verses cause if i do/its gone be like little league baseball they gone have to call the mercy rule
i'm a carpeter but i only use one tool/ thats my mouth/i dimantle rappas like you