ok son lets prepare,for this game of lyrical chess warfare/if U dare/
test my MACS/when I squeeze DA PUZZY outta cats/
when im on RB set its silence niggaz practice the art of PANTOMIME/
U light weight untrained nigga trying to bang swords with a samurai/ a jedi//
make niggas resemble biggie when I give U a dead eye/
u gonna need a team of crack ciropractors to exam ya spine
when I applied pressure//
MAC U out classed well beyond measure/
to in fest U with PAIN a be my PLEASURE/
U should a drop 1st cause after this performance its gonna be impossle to follow that/
swallow back//matter a fact//heres a gat//nigga swallow that//
leave ya ass with a hollow back//
when U get hit with government issue,official,pistols//
exposing ya brain tissue//when they kiss U//
leaving more then a hickey//
the situations bout to get bloody way beyond sticky/
the coroner used one word to describe the death scene "ICKY"/
come at bigga with a attitude thats PISSY/
ull leave with ya shyt bloody and ya draws SHIITTY/
then U can get a glance of a beast at its best/
when we feast on ya flesh,turn ya whole team a mess/
all thiss nigga do is bitch an' wine you is about to get laid//
im more gangsta then frank nitty with a barber blade/
plus the toast I pops often/
ye remains a get tossed in a coffin//
like Tony soprano/
after this battle im going to Touch more KEYES like ALICIA in consort playing a grand PIANO/



PUSSY/.........................hahahaha