you dont know who ya messing with Chrome Banga... bitch.
gonna merk this kid... and u next Banga...


to check it.
You couldn't digest my lyrics if you ate 'Alphabet' soup for dinner//
Hard to stomach your rhymes compare to a 'not educated' acheiver//
Cause like a beattle, filled wit juice, to beat you, I just gotta stomp you once//
You couldn’t throw stone-hard-punches if you were stoned on an ounce//
If Michael Jordan was your trainer, you'll still be throwing up bricks//
No tricks as I take it to the whole, wipe this floor, wit multiple dunk-hits//
You couldn't beat me if you used both your hands and long-range shots//
To beat pass my "block" your rhymes will need balls to "cross-over" my spot//
Coz your joint was tight but I smoked it and exhaled your word in fume//
Impale your world and resume to bring the due doom to this lyrical room//
i'll cut u down to pieces and dispose u in a lake//
Your weak raps break like a girl who got played, see this whimper-shake//
Tarnished my lyrics with weak rhymes as you fall deeper into looking-lame//
You couldn't reverse this loss if you were a parapaligic at the Olympic games//

peace...
uppin