You should quit this shit, go back to sucking dick, crack
you'd make a lot more money than you can from rap
you better not come in my way when i'm drivin
i pull out my ak and blast ain't no survivin'
so i'll stay on this mic and i spit at your mum
and i bring the pain with a lyrical bomb
you ain't ready for me, i'm 500 megatons
you just a half ton, bitch the odds are millions to none
i crash you like Baghdad after gulf war 1
i splatter your brains, leaving you laid out cold
your man called, 'is he ok?', i put her on hold
permanently, now you're six feet deep
buried you with a spade i killed you with, left you in a heap
i guess you quit, coz u can't handle this,
you should put me on replay to learn some shit