aight droppin hot shit.................

devour microphones,menicle,still i'll buss ya style though/
im vile and violent bro, u couldnt spit frum a "dope" inspiration if u wuzz rhymin by an "o"(ounce)//1

ya style's like u borrow'd it frum sum1 wack,my punches is ill, i aint even black/
this battles in my favour imma dog u a cat tryin to attack,sign it (the battle) away on this paper, like "cards" the odds"stacked"/2

wit these high "stakes" imma nail ya, u a faker and a failure/
u dont even like spitten, only do when ya parents make ya/3

time to merk cuz my games the most,cock the hammer back and fill u wit holes/
leave u "full"(of lead) "by ur house", i'll call u john stamos/4

merk this individual, my style critcal,like grade 2 math, ur "numbers" figurable/
ya meks a ruff ryder but only when he on genitals/5