Ok listen,

Yo i just an't da type to run my lip
I'm da type to stop, reload, empty another clip
U call yo self killa kobra but when i'm around u shake like a rattle
How about playin PS2 nigga, get off rapbattle
I'll leave yo ass dead in da street, wit blood stains on ya clothes
but u an't 50cent, so u can't survive these 9 holes
so go get u a Snicker cause u an't goin no where for a while
cause soon as i pull da gloc out, u'll break-up faster than Destiny Child
That's right, Icebug words make yo body shiver
But Iceburg's AK put u in my basement like tigger
nigga u sinking like da Titanic and u callin me da HO???
and nigga please don't tell me u spittin shit u wrote 2 weeks ago
i saw yo record, but i was still expecting more
but i guess i gotta spread ya brians over yo mothers front door
Trust me, Bin Laddin can't cause as many death's that i have
just like, Harriet Tubman can't put more niggas under the ground that i have
I here u talkin shit, but it'll all stop when 9 is at yo head
or i'll pull the trigger on ya tung so u can taste da lead
Imagine if this was verball, when dis is only text
u an't worthy of my time nigga, so tell me WHO'S NEXT???