lets just mae the mak 8 bars

wutever, but im only gunna post 8

god son 4-2-8~too~late with his flows//
he doesnt wanna go first against a newb cuz he blows//
gats~n~hoes, things ull never hold, watch his story unfold//
he thinks hes gold, callen out three people at once, hes bold//
can u feel it, its startin to get "cold", cuz i "stole ur heat"//
ice age startin, the olny way he makes "shit hot" if he "fartin"~defeat//
"skid marks" all over his face, cuz my car put him back into place//
cuz face~it death where u supposed to be, cuz ur misplaced//
i cant believe this fag not dead, he shooda died when his dad gave him head//
hit him with my punches, this dude's feedin gays with his lunches~in~bed//
he better start "workin out", u need "strength" in your "crunches"//
ill take you to brunches, eat ur bars, ur disaster spread worse than SARS//
then "alienate" you, and send this mutha fucker to "mars"//
u spit worse than a kid with braces, i was mistaken//
thought u were good, cuz u challenged me, then i started raken//
ur ass up, cuz i saw ur battle, sed wut the fuck, sayin his verse wack//
wut the fuck are u on, meth and crack, grow a sack//
so this is the end, cuz he lack, so imma say, go smell that fudge u pack//