check it.................................

My lines structured by my lyrical master mind where as yours need arcitechtural help,
and even with help your styles arent defined no way they producing you wealth.

Your in a don postion working ya way up the ranks talking guns and shanks wid da MOB,
But you displaying da opposite, a cop shootin gats and shit cuz ya avator is a pig or a hog. (pig=hog=cop)

You obviously lovin mob flicks, more like a wannabe gangsta bitch ya nottin nada,
and if you were the 1st creator before the almighty instagator you still couldnt be a god father. (b4 god=gods father)

You imagine ya self on top of the world but you a girl not even a madman would stalk,
and even if you were next inline for the thrown and your too dumb to know you couldnt be the king of new york.

Ya shit so played out and old so give up or shut up I aint angry at what ya spittin,
even if ya bitch slapped me face to face and stuck ya leg out to catch me at pace I still wouldnt be trippin.

You about to loose ya health and even if you perch on top of super market shelves you wouldnt be top choice,
and if you ripped out ya throat with stealth and hurled it at me is the only way you'd be throwin ya voice.

Fuck ya whole family of G's cuz im from the A list of steez getting up ya nose so ya spits turn to sneeze,
but you only ever spit shit anyways its easy to see that alphabeticly ya poor giving people the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's (snore=zzz)

Ya fowl mouthed and blue like weak assed jeans but I guess thats just you grown from imaterial genes. 15 lines.......