if you too hot with tha mic, then my skillz will incinerate yours//
and leave you shot up, fucked, and raped, like project whores//
i know you heard ah me before, im the down south rhyme slanga//
i murder cats like you with my verses, as if i was rapbattlez official gang banga//
step up ya content before ya consider comin at me wit that nonsense//
cause i know if i dropped somethin that weak, i would be bothered by my conscience//
when these rhymes hit ya, they put 34 slugz to ya chest like an o'neal throwback//
i just dodge the lame verse you spit, "nigga that shit was so whack!"//
is you on crack? i dont know, lookin atcha, you must be//
just like metal that left in the rain, ya game a little rusty//
after it goes down and i knock you out, u won't want anymore shawty, trust me//
i make faggotz like you suck my dick til i bust a nut and ya lipz get crusty//
like bubba sparxxx once said, .........."its about too get ugly"//
you dont wanna knuckle up wit me, cause ill leave ya ko'd like a roy jones jr opponent//
metaphorically speaking, if my rhymes was fye pussy, you still wouldnt want it//
so i'll spare ya life and just bruise you up, rob ya ass, steal ya ice and flaunt it//
open ya mind to ghaustly lyrics that enta ya system and leave you forever haunted.....................................