yo

compton i still see u flow like a teen/i got bullets that go through u like x-ray machines/dude u couldnt kill me if i gave u the gun/and i bust a nut in ur chick eye so she be watching my son/so dont bite your tounge/when im spitting my style u still a youngin like lil bow wow/so disapear for a while and rearange your face/cause i spit battery acid and make u taste it/and u say u not insane/the reason why because u blew out ur brains/and its easy to tame u/because ur butt ass rymes got the best of u/blow out your stomach and step on ur testicles/and i aint afraid to scar/ i put more aluminum in u then klondike bars/and im a buisness man i put ur body in a suitcase / maybe it will give u time to elevate/u are a definition of a fake/ur rymes are boring/when people read ur shit they motherfucking snoring/so go hit the edit key/cause i didnt see one punch line piece.


nigga wat up, and dont be trying to act like i aint go show hoe