I understand sometimes my rhymes, they may be vexin you//
if my cock don't fit, fucking slut I'll stretch ya tube//
how everytime i outshine, each line is too complex for you//
my balls are played with, like guitars in hallways groups//
every word interlinked intertwind jus' like hit always do//
ya don't touch me wit any of that shit you threw//
fuck around soutside, n find ya’self tattooed//
on da pavement, I got ya head stone wat u want on the engravement//
Death by T poundin yo ass//
i said if you wanna go again you gotta bring some class//
Not a can of I'm a sorry bastard come an whoop my ass//
So you ask for a re-match again i think i'll pass//
You about as challenging as Rippin paper in half//
I'm makin you so ill, i might as well be radioactive//
so i'ma take you captive, torture you like chris kurt patrick//

yo southside is done for,i'm a round of ballistic rhymin jets//
fuck ridin, niggas be dyin when i'm reppin my sets//

Uppin votes^^^