You don't pull dog, you gay and you gatless/
Cuz we all kno the only flames see is when u playin with matches/
You'll prolly open for me, im main eventing the tour/
The point of my verse is to kill u, whats the main intention of yours/
I don't need to continue, i crushed u with my last line/
Its like im fresh pushin' the court, and your pushing for half time/
Cuz im ready 4 war, Bandana'd, vest up/
Ready to unload on you ... like a U-P-S truck/
Your not on my level, not close to being the best dog/
Cuz i kno your not pulling, the only thing u squeezing is stress balls/
I talk what i kno, and i kno my flows heavey at times/
Like i came to kill, and your not even ready to fight/
Its like your stuck outside the club....heres the reason im already inside/
I've been waiting for this beef, i got forks, and im ready with knives/
Your a nobody, i was born already a star/
And its like your flows so no weight, you need some heavier bars/
ANd i don't need to bring u death, you never were live/
Its like im living in florida, and im spitting hotter then the weather outside/
You kill rappers? i'll supply you the burretta's to try/
You say you got a flow, my shits a fountain itself/
You say im deceptive? its clear your only doubtin yourself/
If your words speak anthems, Mines is nationally felt/
Battling a rookie, bet you thought i wouldn't be worth ya time/
Now the tables have turned, its like your not even worth my rhymes/
Cuz your the type to keep pushing my patience/
You carry sticks, I got auto's with custom specifications/
Cuz i won't drop, till i've hit 100 like sossa/
And these slugs'll burn in ya stumache like olsures/
I don't really have a reason to live/
So when i release from my wrist, 16 bullets will squeeze in your ribs/



L.M.S. ......holla at cha boy...young lynx