AIGHT..................................

qb snyper, how you plan on shootin me? i already took aim//
put ya hands up, prepare to die, this aint no video game//
niggaz like you get mamed, im talkin lyrically beat down//
i might as well crawl thru ya computor screen, pistol whip ya, and put the heat to ya crown//
murda you without a sound, when darkness strikes, prepare yaself, i only attack at night//
QB couldnt touch my shit if he was my personal ass wipe//
ya somethin like a housewife, the sweet type, i met niggaz like you in my past life//
did i mention im a ghost? you couldnt kill me if i was asleep and i gave you a butcha knife//
words of advice, don't ask for a battle against a nigga you cant beat//
im at 10 bars now, a quote from QB," i can't compete!"//
its gonna take an amazin feat, feed off my rhymes, i know ya hungry.......aintcha mane?//
12 bars toasted this bitch nigga and got him blazed like mary jane....//