my 44 is similar to a fire i make u stop, drop and role,
i'm like a pimp that be taking control,
u da type of nigga that bite off rhymes somethin' like nails,
but when i pull out the nine u curl up like snails,
i burn more trees then a forest fire,
my guns clap at u louder then a church choir,
i'm the type that'll heat u up like the microwave,
i pack heat while my niggas carry knives and blades,
we come deep at yo house like it's a raid,
i'll still cut u like a Ace of Spade,
i battle u until it's finish,
i make show my rhymes is strong like poppey say for his spinach
i'm gone fill yo stomach up with bullets more then u do with a meal,
when i pull out my heat u run like it's a fire drill,
in these battles i'm like god i can't be killed,
u step to me with that nonsense then yo brains get spilled
i'm fake and u real naw it's the other way around don't get it twisted,or i'll burn u like burned biscuits