iight heres my spit

put ur's down as u get dun pre-writtin and bitin ur shit

flowin to getaway-mobb deep

*Picks up da mic and laughs at lyrical killer*

Glock one in the ear, Glock two in the nose/
Pull both triggers, blow yo' brain out both holes//
Psychopathic, it's tragic, crackills causin' havoc/
Gut ya' leave ya' bleedin, feed yo' heart to the faggots//

~change of style~

You dont have "street-mentality" you got "cement-for-brains"/
You're the type of "annoying-fuck" that parks and "takes-up-2-lanes"//
You "flood-the-lines" of this site like its "a-miss-cleo-hotline"/
Gay faggot...you'll "bend-over-backwards" cuz you "got-no-spine"//
Your crew "couldn't-be-thick" even if it was dressed in "8-layers-of-leather"/
I'm spittin rhymes "so-above-you" that you ask "whats-with-the-weather?"//
At lease you got it right the first time....you gotta "pay-for-sex"/
Cuz hoes dont "feel-shit" when you fuck...like "being-paralyzed-down-from-the-neck"//
Even if you "won-the-lottery" you'd still be "dead-and-broke"/
Cuz like an "elderly-man" you'd immediately "suffer-from-a-fatal-stroke"//
Shut the fuck up kid...no one here wants to "hear-your-crap"/
If we want "directions-to-a-fake-rapper" I found "your-address-on-the-map"//

*throws da mic*

ur turn