str8 jacket

This aint gon'B' pretty...Consider yourself Warned

~Yo ....Chek.... It~

Dis bitch couldnt spit a sick verse Witta Gallon of Bleach en stomache'Intact//
Displayin' symptons of catyract,seein his verse as summin Dat' a vic'll rack//

Sendin chills down my spine~da way I gotta Bak dis wak kat up in his Tracks//
Cus he'B'Ova confident witta a Minute pak~think'n he comparible To a Ron'Jeremy Sak'//

I drop dis Character~lets all face it He's just an amatuer fukin witta Damag'er//
No need like D-mecca to drop wit constant racial slur//
My punche's nuff ta leave ya retna'Burn'd-n-Blur'd//

Dis be an easy vic Fo'me if it aint Yet been Heard.....

I Spit n Split dis kid to Lowa'Denomanator's~No need Fo'calculators'//
Afta'Dis he'gon be my New Found hater~Cus I murk'd dis Bitch pre-Mastibator//
Dun-Worry Bitch~I aint expectin much~stay in touch~I know u gon Be Droppin' Like an Hour'Latta//

Ouch......Good~Luk....Ya gon' Need it.....