380's verse

yo conspiracy an ancedote:
how you plan on "ripping my cartilage" when i'am all "muscle an bone"..in this battle i'am like a "gust of win"(wind) cause 380 will leave ya ass "blown"-til-a-loss-is-shown//
you cats just "naked guns"..i walk-wit-chrome...you can talk shit..but my shells walk-thro-domes..so get the fuck outta here before i brake "ya legs" then turn around an make you "walk-back- home"//

is this a battle or joke...my verse is scorching these minnie cats to ash's...while i snatch they hip-bones an use them to whip they-ass-with//
"conspiracy"--is nothing but fake..i'll use my hand to "pimp smack" this hoe..grab him by his lower-lip an snap his upper-jaw til his whole motherfuckin face-shifts//

use my fist to give this punk bitch a face-lift...this cats not raw..he's artifical like pamela lee anderson with fake-breasts//