Hey yo,
You seek asylum in rhymin//You just a cheap wannabe gangsta//Cheap rings and fake diamonds//Is all you got no talent, except for memorisin'//Other peoples shit//The only way you ill is cause I make you fuckin sick//It just sickens you to see me beat you, I'm ruthless//Ill leave you bleedin and whinin, half-dead, toothless//With two broken legs, you gonna be in a wheelchair//Or more likely, a coffin, sealed, yeah//You got yo'self into this rap game, now I'll watch you squirm//Ill pop bullets inya, without the slightest thought of concern//

Peace out