*picks up the mic*
You think u got skill......“reality check” nigga be foreal
I kill u with my mentality wields
your in violation and your presence will get u killed
I coped my glock levated ya entire city
leave you shot up like Pac and Biggie
my lyrics are Xplosive theirs a common result of drama
i know your dick is like the shape and size of this comma , (limp)
because I never back down when gettin some head
u scared as fuck jerkin-try-ta-work-it in ya grannies bed
“scroll down” one hand on the Mouse while your others DownSouth
you catchin my lyrics like wantin your daddies cum in ya mouth
I bring a new name the next time u spit some game lyricbrutalizer
ain’t that a shame ya comma left me with ya babies mamma.
*Slams the mic*