next comes in strapped to da battle like he's a soulja//
in uniform ready to knock how many mic's head off his shoulders//
leave him in da top story of c-n-n exclusive//
holes in his chest like "O"...and permanent bruises//
i spit till yo body fall back and collapse//
is an all-out attack and da gat is about to snap//
catch bullets to ya neck and un-attach it from ya spine//
bones crack and scatter on da floor in crooked lines//
got the win in sight...and how many mic's is far behind//
put ya life in my hands, and ur chances of survivin' are slight//
put u on a tite rope and slit ya throat//
come on nigga...cant beat next...his lyrics are to much a load//
u at levels yet to be discovered, cuz their to low//
put u on a lyrical stove, heat u up and feed u to dogs like bones//

wHerE wE aT....