no thats your check in???????

heres my verse

your RB sacrafice to Petey once i grab my pistol/
(Why?)
Shoot ya in ya bones and joints till ya lose all ya grisel/
(Damn! kids stupid)
Battlin four people well get ready to fight cuz the bell has rang/
(but at the end?)
TY?,Kill,Pistol,and ray,thats not a fight we got you gangbanged/
(HOW?)
WE got you spread all over like peanut butter and jelly/
(then what?)
Call me chef boyardee puttin shells in sacrafices belly/
(damn ok)
You like to mouth off alot I'll put one shot also inside ya lip/
(why?)
should of been laid out before you was on ya moms pregnacy Strip/
(Word)
this mans a flyweight then he gets smashed just like a bug/
(Why?)
ya shit is just streight dirt it just get swept under the Rug/

thats it done