yo, ill make the choice yours, i could show ya to the door, or to the floor//
frankly i think ya hittin both, and no need to boast, ya toast, cat ya got no skillz ya gettin burnt in this here post//
dont get it twisted ya gettin slit wristed, my rhymes are the one reason ya gettin a coffin fitted//
i got ya lookin like a dog in heat, bleedin between the feet, and it aint neat, cause i just chopped your dignity//(dignity=dick...for you dumb fuckers)
is this a battle cause ya gots to be shittin me, this cant be a verbal attack cause your punches aint hittin me//
we aint in a movie like you seem to think, this is a 'battle' and your 'ship' is about to sink//
kid ya 'whack' like pee wee herman, ill leave ya ass soundin like bob merman, leave no witnesses so i have to live to tell the sermon//
and homie we already know ya smokin and tokin, cause killabee was the one that started the fire that burnt ya whole notion, and afta burnin ya i threw ya to the ocean//
see i dont fuck around with hoes, well one exception i guess ya motha goes, and a matter of fact ya lil sis knows, cause i ran a train on all a dem and i didnt even leave my clothes//
see ill leave you like i left them..dead, slowly hittin rigor mortis cause i left them without a head, deep in sleep in each ones bed, but now they look like a tampon cause each one is covered in red//
this one was weak but oh well.........vote.......