Sorry it took me so long 2 post but herre it is...


i'm packin waist protectors
i aint strapping with men
i got five jaw breakers that'll put a crack in ya chin
now your mad cause i'm mackin your kids
and your girl gave me skull and her ??? jumped back in her skin
a rich black boy is what i plan to be
my ???? these blades look like fans to me
and i must be cute cause my pockets get paid hansomly
cause yur grandma and yur grandmas grandma wanna dance with me
my rhymes open doors so how can you knock it?
they call me assasin cause i carry dead presidents in my pocket
baby ask around prince carries a rocket
that's why i sleep in more skins than davy crockett
my styles orphan so it's purely adopted
i'm the shoot without papers so punks is gettin dropped quick
i aint gonna sign out untill my lines run out
and i'm gonna keep my chick roster runnin untill the palm runs out
one i hit the stage lines form out
plus i'm gonna see gray figures like mel gibson untill the signs run out

Hollla

__________________
I was born and raised n da Atl/
Now living n da freezing realm of Hell//
But i'll give u dis 1 piece of advice/
Don't mess wit da hottest nigga on ice//


battle record (2-1-0)