fuck Slik, my heat-sprays-ya-gone, your played out so why is you typin-inside?/
im rippin-the-nines, while this kid’s dick is remindin-his-guys/
you gay dawg, like homeless men’s you ain’t ever seen a dime-in-ya-life/
easy fightin-ya-lines, like gimp retards ya punchin just harm-ya-chest/
power disarm-vets, this kid is lovin his moms literally so he starts-insests/
like zoo-keepers with shovels to-sweapers this kids scripts push and flip unwanted-shit/
g unit known to be hardcore, you swingin at me will leave you with busted-fists/
im done-tauntin-this you gotta pay kids to take-ya-demos/
who rates-ya-gay-flow? the only blocks you own and run straite-are-legos/
Slik sweats-to-attack back after im done settin-the-gat/
this kid resembles old duty crack whores they way he’s gettin-the-claps/(clap=gun shots, claps=beatin pussy)
you got-dead-last, like passangers in car crashes this kids gettin shotgun-blasts/

*cough**cough* im sick...literally (goes to get the cough medicine)....BETTER
*STYLE,...SWITCH UP*

Im packin em’ gats, pack'd with hollow tips..blast ya so ill never have to-see-ya/
postin on rap battles..when I post my spits..you dont have a chance like another album from alliyah/(damn!!)
you'll be like fabolous new song "damn" after I perfect my plan of packin heavy artillery/
if slik was a mail man..he would still be lackin’ of delivery/
you better call and ambulance, cus you have no chance after my punch lines hit ya/
ya rhymes are unclear like an hieroglyphics sub-scripture, without any pictures/
spit?...this bitch cant even rhyme tight if he pre-writes, but shit, he cant even spell “Slick” right//
this bitch likes to bite, more then the tyson vs holyfield fight..but he used copy and paste.. so his verse only took him a night/
you thinkin you gonna win is crazy, cus it aint even a “maybe”/
you have no chance like your bite lines givin me rabies...or you and another gay dude havin a baby/





AIGHT UMM....IM LEAVIN...HIT THIS UP YA'LL, IT WAS A GOOD BATTLE


G-G-G-G-G-NITE