ayo notice the check-in of a 50cal for a weapon used for criminal intent on this lil kid in the textual section//
where death is his only selection,my lyrical cause ear-infections,set'n bad on ur bladder and intest'ns,heres a suggestion//
try digestion the lil pride u have on ur own be half,cuz son u need to grow lil kids r only good for laughs//
u prolly still annoying and fight'n ya momdukes ta take a bath//

damn i really don't wanna write this,my thoughts is thoughtless to the point i might blow on spot quick,and drop kick this lil kid try'n to talk shit//
i'm grown son go get ur trix and watch ur cartoon flics,fuck'n wit me i'll leave u blown out like old nintendo cartridges,when i'm part'n this bitch from man,man from puss.
yea u prolly dush,roll'n tea bags fake'n that its cush,when the last piece of ass u got was in kindergarden hunch'n behind the bush


blah blah blah!! yo nice verse cat.....1