look at this song I wrote dissin' Crackills......

Song Title: Pussy
Artist: Audo

[Chorus]x2
Crackills is a P-U-S-S-Y
He talks some shit, not knowing that he will die
Props to him on those big cojones
But Audo is gonna murder this fag, you know this

There was an arrogant nigga, his name was crack
he thought he spit sick, he was just smoking crack
on the outside, this nigga acts all tough
but in reality, he's about as soft as a creampuff
To tell you tha truth, we can never be friends
cause I'm a merk this punk bitch until my untimely end
and don't think I can't back up my shit
cause Audo never backs down ya punk bitch
Crackills thinks that he's a psychic
Only thing he predicts is whos ass he's going to fuck wit
fuck this battle, I don't give a fuck who wins
It don't matter to me, cause I'll still diss you and your friends
I'll still talk shit, I don't care for reprecussions
talk shit to me, you'll be hospitilized with a concussion
cause that's the shit that make ya head hurt
Not when you get a migraine, but when I put the lead to work
the police at the crime scene, outlining the street
I knocked this faggot off and I ain't missed a beat

[Chorus]x2

crackills, ima "crack" and "kill" ya
put the gat to yo head and make tha 9 milli spill ya
my flow is like cancer, it'll kill ya slowly
you faggot ass nigga, bout as gay as moby
I'm like the Fugees, cause i'm killing ya softly
you fucking homo, act tough, you just a little softy
somebody call 911, cause Audo's in the zone
Or you'll find ya self smokin with 2 holes in ya dome
And watch out for I see ya in the street
I'm a cap you once and swipe the Timbs off ya feet
Cause ya boyfriend, he ain't gon do nuttin but look
He ain't gon mess wit me cause he scared, he shook
He gon runaway quick, cause he don't wanna get popped
Bullet holes through his chest, now his breathing will stop
And nobody will care if you get wiped off the Earth
and don't worry nigga cause you ain't the first
So right now I'm giving you a decision to make
Either bow down gracefully, or they'll be hell to pay
Cause this time I got the heater by my side
We gon fight to the end nigga, swallow ya pride
tell yo mama wear the red lipstick that I like
its making my head look just like a stoplight

[Chorus]x2

Right now, I'm a have to finish this shit
Ain't nuttin you can spit that'll help you, bitch
muthafucka, Line 'Em Up, uh uh uh Gun 'em down
Send that bitch, uh uh uh to tha pound
punk ass bitch you wanted to fight
I brought my arsenal, and someone's dying tonight
Lil' fag, in your miniskirts and pumps
Lucky I don't bring the 12 Guage and just pump
Some slugs in ya body, ya left dead and bloody
The hole in ya stomach bought the size of Milwaukee
so you wanna fuck with Audo, hmmmm okay
Thats gonna be the biggest mistake you made today
You gonna regret ever talking shit
faggot ass niggas like you, it's better to quit
Crackills, ya bound to get killed
Y'all know it's a fact that he's a homosexual thrill
That's right fag, I said you like to suck dick
and everybody knows you like to play with ya clit
so when ya orgy partners ask "Who Shot Ya"
tell them Audo wrote a song dissing everything about ya
Cause my lyrics are just like bullets
I'm quick to spit, and I don't mind ta pull it
so right now, I'ma leave with some words of advice
What goes around comes around nigga, so pay the fucking price

what do ya think???