you say you bullets hit my chest and tear my flesh,
the only way you can kill me is life afta death//
cause youd have to be dead to kill me snatch me in my sleep,
you think id go that easy and let you no show win...nig..PLEAZE//
i dont have to wear a vest cause ya bullets cant pierce my skin,
tha chances of you actually inflinctin pain on ME...is very grim//
j.cin beats his dick slow but with consistency,
only fagots understand him peeps just just like him evidently//
you couldnt be two feet away wit ya bb gun and still miss aim,
you like osama benladen left dead without his brain//
dog you strain try to keep up with my flow,
even the president says you da best candidate to blow//(blow dicks)
comptons at da end of ya name what you think gangsta,
do you give yourself wack reality checks cause you a wanksta//
only siccness you got is when you left mathmatikal,
you couldnt buy ya way back in if you gave me ya girl for colaterol//
but id be fucken her and takin your money out her perse,
rap her kill you leave you both ina herse//
you bring havoc to who tha crabs in ya pants,
you tell him every day im gonna cut ya just to let ya know that ya cant//
you like a soda watered down like mellow yellow,
you a bitch wit out a clue afta a this loos you be sayin hello//
< closer >
hello mr.spit can i come back to ya crew what ya say,
i say no fuck you and have a nice day//

now can i get some votes on this battle so hell shuit the fuck up