**Hand this bitch his corpse i dont know y you're steppin to X/
Cuz ill put mirrors in ya casket so u can reflect on ya death/**

^^Much props to that line it waas ILL

But its still Murk Time

Didnt see "NO" explisit Lyrics so whys your sig say Parent Advisory?........Sensitive faggot everyline came Sweeter than little Immature girls Diarys/

Executions about to be Executed, 20 losses? you still Herb.......Kill yo fuckin ass AmericanX Style wit your Jaw Locked on tha Curb/

Im hot, your not, those lines will getchu nowhere but tha trailor park sleepin on a Cot........Dont matta what u were taught......Im at the "Top of my Game" like British Navy "Dreadnaughts"/
(Pronounced: dreadnot - best war boat in its time)

I keep my lyrics real, I neva lie bout barryin bitches 4 feet in the Sand......But Stepin up to me is "Suicide" like In War runnin through "No Mans Land"/.........
(no mans land: above the trenches, where every1 mostly dies)

Executions still a "Benniger" wit "trainin wheels still attatched to his Bicycal".......youd neva be able to think these up.......My ryhmes cum Dirtier than Womens Menstral Cycles/

Respect is wut u lack I mean I seen Better Shit spew outa dirty Ass Cracks......as a matta of fact your verse Looked Stupider than Monkeys pickin shit off eachothas Backs/

Fuckin joke Nice drop that shit should be illegal like tha black cable box.........Ur verse was like mimes acting... so I give u absolutely No props/!!! (get it)



Uppin