these are goin in a collab between me and Mex, R.x. may join in it too, there is this one kid, who we are going to kill, and these are about him

yo, you aint gotta gat, and you always talk till your lip is fat/
so g, watch yo mouth, or stack wit that
my niggas x an mex dont gotta pack tecs to spray em down like we got big pecs/
mex beat ya down once before, now you want more, shit youll be on the floor/
before you can count to ten, youll be down and then,/
your "crew" wont be there for you, shit you aint got friends/


yo, you an your mens can bring it here right now/
where and when homey, ill bring the know-how/
im bettin you frettin readin theses lines/
these words blowin you up like land mines/

dont have to dress warm i wear plenty of heat/
lyrics hittin your grill, they spell "clear defeat"/
biohazardous waste infectin makin you stain your sheets/
my sick chemical reactions cut you like fractions/
ill leave you and your fleet choppy like your beats/