when you spit againt me/ you beter throw punches in bunches-
cuz i'll fuck up ya stomach/ worse than a 1000 and sumthin crunches
the only thing-"bleeek" is ya heat on these streets/
i'll shoot ya "50" times to put "cents" in ya cheek.
pop out ya teeth 9 at atime---- everyday for a 'week'
leave this kid like his rhymes should be ----(rip'd in 2)
shoot you everywere and leave nothin but ya wisdom tooth


sorry this was lame but i'm fux up


(i guess i should explain) 50 got shot 9 times one in the cheek you know the sory)