Hey yo,
Mc killa, I didnt come here to win// I just came here make a verse spin// To simply inflict pain// In a few, you'll be slain// And I'll make it rain blood// my reign of thuggin is just beginning//Ill put a spin on this thing// Im just manic, not a fanatic but still fantastic//And rugged im a thug I came to hurt you and insert bullets// And pull verses, and possibly murk ya// If you could afford a funeral, you'd be six feet under// But for now, your carcass is just hidden under tundra// Ill asunder ya as you fumble with your words// You stuck in first gear// To cause mayhem is why I came here// Look atcha, biatch// Im outta you reach// You've lost the blessin o' speech//You stressin, you preverbial leech//You steal styles from the best//And this is a test of skill for you// And you'll fester in a few//Once you're dead//And it has to be said; You may beat me, but at least you've bled//

Peace out