yo check dis out....

we both new to da dis an already i've found a weakness/
you should change ur name from Punk'D to Punk'B/
cause yo i kick flows and rip shows/
straight dis hoes, yeah bitch knows/
talk shit bro and get ya wrist slit slow and six ribs broke/
i'm on some insane deranged shit/
my brains size allows me to shape shift like the black suited sentinels from the matrix/
if i battle you don't meet ya death fake or stage it/
cuz if you still got ya life i'm hunting you down to take it/
my lyrics upset ya stomach like ulcers/
i'm slapping you till you see planets f**k stars/
i'm the type that be clutching a knife and foams at the mouth/
fu**ing ya gurl while she alone at ya house/
i'm leaving punks in wheelchairs/
i'll scare you till you feel fear/
so tremendous ya eyes will bleed tears and scream and screech till you need air/
i hit ni**as constantly like enter on ya keyboard and blow spots up like 400 pounds of C-4/
i dont wunt none of you punks cloning this
cuz i'm claiming more lives than a drunk motorist/
i sack rappers like line backers for the packers
and snap they backs like gram crackers,
and grasp the world in my hands like atlas,
and i'll smash the whole map up,
and give these insolent fools wut the f**k they asked for/
forget a body cast try a body bag
if u wanna brag/
i'm a pump the shooty fast/
aim at ya frame and drop ya ass...

THE BALLS R ON UR COURT NOW....