gangsta one, is bout to get done, cuz im bout to pull out my gun to leave his verse undone,
this kid aint shit, every word he spits, is another reason for me to leave his face lit and his chest hit,
i spit suicidal frazes, to make him slit his own wrist, but he's goona be mangled by tha fury of my fists,///

instant kill, you aint got punches cuz your verse is fully filled, shouldn't have even accepted,
cuz by tha looks of it you allready kno tha deal, my verse fullfilz, to keep shit real,
so imma pig this kid, without givin him a chance to squeal, in this battle you have no appeal, ///

he swearz he's from tha hood, and he swears when he rap's it's good, well im from hell, and leavin your verse misunderstood,
wit tha skillz to bring pain, and blow out your brain, you'll meet defeat, and be left leakin knowledge in tha street,
so step your ass back, and sit in your seat, cuz you could kick this shit off, even if i donated my feet,//

brutally beaten and mistreated, im insanely unbeatable, unconcievable, you should just retreat, before i knock you out of your seat,