gangsta, don't even try to spit, you
sound like shit. yo rhymes are goin in
the wrong direction; they cryptic
ya flows are
worse than a bitch with a yeast infection.
damn homie, you ain't da gangsta, you like
ja rule, you a wanksta. you from the windy
city, aint' that a pity. nigga, you need to
get a clue, there's a reason why you 0-2,
ya rhymes ain't very pretty, matta fact they
shitty. hitcha ass so hard, knock ya back to suckin
on ya mama's titty. i gotta bitch
so i don't need to beat my meat. i ain't
never scared like bonecrusher, i come prepared
keep talkin shit i'll pull these guns out fasta
than pistol pete. bitch, condos ain't tha hood.
gats are thangs of the past, they can't blast.
here i am? whatchu gon' do, call ya crew
and have them come at me like a buncha
pussies. i don't give a fuck how you did in the polls
that ain't gonna stop me from pumpin ya fulla holes.
ya dick is similar to a trolls. mine is so big it'll
make ya sick. fuck this, fuck that.
is that your faggot ass way of startin chit
chat? you gon' throw a fuckin fit when
i'm through wit dis shit bitch. damn right this
battle is a KO, so hoe, i guess
you gotta go.