aight look look

g-rho its nationally know that u wack, y do u even attempt to rap
I'm gettin ready to kill u, this is just a diversionary attack
nigga my punches will seperate the blade of ur shoulder
dawg u wouldn't be hot even if ur mouth was a candle holder
when u done ur verse rb.com will automatically reset ur form
its because ur terrible verses are more un-wanted than an electric storm
my metaphorical speakings will have ur mouth leakin
ur voice is un-heard of in rap like a bunch of ants stampedin
u the type of person to go to jail on purpose to get it up ur rear
u ain't goin no where in this rap shit, choose another career
its clear, that this battle is a mis-match in my favor
penises in ur mouth is about the only thing u savor
g-rho u'll begin to flee when my aks start poppin
now I got u on the run like the U.S. to Bin Laden
nigga ur gonna lose this battle, its already prophetised
I don't wanna cause fear, but after u ur fuckin mama dies