Snatches the mic sayin bitch that shit you wrote

Lets be original like night after day
The gun in you face you seeing black and grey u fadin away
Ya lyfe flashin b4 you like the start of another D-Day
Got that red shit pourin out you like a bitch on her period

This shit is serious leavin ya ass delierious
Ya ass a get strangled trying to be courious Like Mr. Magoo being mysterious
Tha ak at yo chest deteriating yo chest cavity like a dog gone visious
You thinking ya rhymes was dope but they not thats like hammer trying to diss pac

You just a writer claimin you a freestyler
That's why you dont want nigga to flip shit cause you cant spit shit
You couldnt spit if you had 4 lips and a mouth full of spit
Wit a bitch pussy in yo mouth lickin her clit

the only thing you kill and smoke is the food on the grill
have yo ass danglin like a nigga on x pills
U take a big hit exhale off my dick and grin
Looking at the white shit i bussed on yo chin

Fuck 20 lines i'll need 5 less to put a whole in yo chest