Kamunition,
in this battle your goona need some more ammunition,
cuz you cant bust a shot, let alone hold a rythem,//2

this kid thinks he's a pimp, he aint got no hoe's,
except bug eyed barb, and himself, he walks wit a limp//4

you think your a hustla, yeah onlywhen im around,
cuz my verses splitt skullz, just by tha way they sound,//6

ill out smoke and out drink this cat, shot for shot,(wit my gat)
and wit da weed its goin pound for pound,//8(with a brick to your forehead)

my verses are magic, your verse is goona be tragic,
miricles dont work so change your style drastically,
thats tha only way you'll ever be surpasin me.











went easy on him cuz he is new.