Lemme kill this nigga

Hey España, hows it goin', how ya been? Still mad about me merkin' ya back then?//

Shit, It was a perfect 10, Like Vodka and Gin, Shit makin' your KC boys shiver, I see your lip nigga whats that quiva?//

I've merked you once, twice, Now I come again, you'll need a roll of duct tape to stop the bleedin' from ya arms, body, and chin//

See the Name nigga, it's K-Mill, Keegan Milla, 1 high class drunk drivin' nigga//

I merk anyone and everyone, includin' the nerdy one, It's just too much fun, I can't stop it nigga//

It's just genuine, Man, hit you hard, I'll wind your spine, Nigga, you wind up with a red card//

For rhymin' so bad, you think your iron clad, but the FS squad has you deppressed and sad, Do you still think you and your niggaz are rad//

Hold up, C.I. is white, And guess what niggaz? This playa likes to bite, Niggaz run and hide from K-Mill iight//

You're practically say merk me, I guess I just might, Hit you so Hard I'll reverse your sight, And everyline of this was mother fuckin' tight!!!!//

Thats how you rap España. not Hi, I'm high, don't lie, I'll die, You know why?, I eat rye, and my mom's pie, and I wear a bow tie, I like that guy, is there something here I could buy?