iight...didn't take that long

If I used a sword and cut ma self in half
this kid still wouldn’t have a 50% chance of beatin ma ass//
battlin me will not only kill ya rap career but end ya life
u beatin me is like tryin to turn a prostitute into a house wife//
Got a Mic for Christmas now u think you rap for fun, bout to get sunned (burned)
the only time your applauded is when i clap my guns//
dirtysouth u cant be serious im like luda 2 fast 2 furious (da song ppl)
i put a shotgun to ur 4head make u face look hideous (oops too late)//
leave ya lips wit a slap shot effect.. Puckered-up, tuckered-up from battlin the toughest-fuck since Oprah’s legs opened-up//
within i'm feelin my flows adrenaline.. My Pen-Is-illin,
I'm knockin out this dope quicker than a dose-of-penicillin//
I'm tearin-down-ya-hopes To heaven and leave you in hell, creatin so much beef I'll have DS beggin-for-bail//
dirty, my flows obscene, keen (sharp) VS queen (royally whip ya ass).. DS’s the pussy fiend.. shit, has more dick riders than a homosexual magazine, fag-is-seen to be unreal.. your punches couldn't be on point, spittin in 6 inch high heels..//
wit blazin fists I’ll break-this-bitch draw-his-thoughts flip-the-pencil and erase-his-wits//
muscles startin-ta-flex..got this hoe (garden tool) scared like gardeners-wit-threats
partin-ya-neck..excuse-ya-scripts like i had to pardon-ya-text//


not ma best but who gives a fuck..ur turn