aight yo,,


here imma be spitten, soon you'll feel my shit hitten, everyday even when u shitten/
they gonna come at you like fists, i could beat you with two lyrical line short lists/
my punches have never missed, you supposed to make me pissed, not like a never got kissed/
playa get it right, 2day yo last freesyle night, my shit tight yo's light/
each punch from me ='s 3 point shots, i gotz lotz, you sounds like one them lyrical robotz/
man yo shit retarded, you been discarded b4 i even started/
ill shove you in a barrel, make you a freek like will farrel turn you into a "crow" like sherril/
smoke your bone marrow, imma turn into a tar-row-rist, bomb your house like bin ladin and the towers/
ill drop things for hours, leave black flowers on ur coffin, see now iv soffind you up/
now you know you'v lost, losins a big cost, now you'll be 6 feet under coverd in frost, when its winter/
you aint goin to heavin ur goin to hell, there no one who really care, no one to tell,
i cant brag about beating you, cuz ou just a wanna be rapper too, aint nothin you can do now/
cept get on ur knees and bow down, go find all the bitched in ur town and fuck'em/
b4 i find you, and beat you bloody blue, get the shit all over my shoe/
now after this imma smoke a joint, i proved my point that imma kill you while im high beat you with my boot till ya die