ill spit first,give u the chace to choke,
if u dont,there will be the smell of gun smoke,
so step to me,it u think ur ready to,
got on ur bullet proof,well mines goin right thru,
this aint no game to me,i take it seriously,
u should read the rhymes i wrote previously,
ur out of ur depth,no battle knowledge,
i learnt my trade,after hours at college,
my rhymes will leave u,with battle scars,
ur ragged ass lookin,like u got run over by 6 different cars,
heres my last punch imma make it count,
have u lying,like ur mother wen i was redy to mount,
but this is gonna be much shorter,
i spit rhymes u wish u thoughta,
i bone ur bitch,the way u oughta,
this clowns weak,hes soft,
i take out my 12 guage,and finish u off