I aint prepared for this so I'm a keystyle it/
Still this will be better than anythin you can spit/
When you see this shit you'll be speechless, so shocked you go into a fit/
I called you out so your world has truly been rocked/
And everybody thinks your wack, you've been openly mocked/
Your a joke, somebody we can poke fun at, and in this battle you've been smoked/
You should be stoned to death til your blood runs like an egg yoke/
Your parents disowned you, they dont want you/
They hate you and everythin you do, I aint lyin, this shit is true/
They swapped you for somebody new and better/
If they had the chance they would shoot you...bang bang...someone pass them that barreta/
The thing is...I dont need a weopon to go rat-a-tat-tat/
I just use my words to murder this little brat/
Fuck usin a gat, I've already shot this cat/
I called this wack bitch out for reason/
It's coz when I get an easy win it's pleasin/.



Peace!!!

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HARRY R.I.P
1940 - 2002

In Respect