aight here we go


i dont need a nine,ill murder u with my rhyme,
weave a lyrical line and watch it entwine,
laugh as u gasp for breath,like u just caught a shot to ur chest,
next time dont battle sum1 if u dont no em,
cus uve just learnt i might had battles,just not shown em,
im bout to finish this shit,merk this weak clown,
when i read ur verse,i had to frown,
u make every1 look bad wit that wack shit,
u dont belong here,give up on this rap ahit