Imma pull the Brains out da top of yer-skullcap dopehead
Hard for yu to spit when yu chew' on my glock-Lead-N-ur-Dead

Make Plans for a funeral son , Cause Im a man who hits Targets
Like Jet-Li, Im da One , and yu just heading for the Tarpits

I'm gon' take yu out for a ride in da desert ,.. dont be Grovelling
Wen' we take a walk off the main road , yu'll be da one Shovelling

I'll bury yu with verbs and words to inches of ya neck
Shock be overhelmed by ma tricks and ma Niggerigged deck

Coming correct aint an option for me, its my chosen profession
Shocks spit still keepa Flopping , I've seen Zero- Progression

Amazingly yu managed a few wins on this site
But , like mama says , two wrongs dont make a (pre)"write"

Yu like a herb dat shows up at a gun-fight wid a-knife
Yu dat dumb , yu dont deserve the right for Life

Get strapped son , cause yu a wacked cunt , hollering jibberish
Don't need guns for yu , yu so weak , I'll strangle yu with Licorish

I'll stamp my bootprint on yer face , break bones and open space
replace ur nose , with a pose of me fucking hoes,an winning dis race

I dont need words to merk yu , when yu talk its hurts you'
Yer Spitting shit dat makes no sense , like a mute yelling "Fuck U"


Peace , CrazyE