Aight checkin in' i'm reppin this an takin this u fake n shit//
i'm verbaly rapein shit, while your cheatin an writin shit//
I'll spit my rhyme at you bitch an verbaly slit your wrists//
While i'm touchin bitches tits you'll be slumped in a ditch//
I hate fake ass catz that write like rats, and flee like bats//
I've got a loaded semi an i'm on tha front line//
about to spray dis shit an leak your blood on yer rhyme//
i should of put your ass back in tha hole at yer birth time//
I'll rip you to pieces u fag yo this battles mine//
i got Bitches all around and standing waiting in a que//
Just to get a taste of tha 187 Recordz Crew//
I got a 40ounce of beer gettin poured all over you//
just to get you drunk so you feel less pain from my 2 2//
Now i'm being nice which i dont normaly do//
But you dont wanna feel tha wrath of a bullet rippin through//
Does F_M_C stand for the fuckin moron crew?//
My flow will bring tha pain, like B-Real goin insane in tha brain//
Your fuckin wack ass rhymes are lame, take them back an get ahead of yer game//
My rhyme is now over and this battle is in my name....


Spit Your Shit Bitch