u aint half of 50 cent cuz u have trouble tryna rhyme..
in the end i drop filthy text,but still u aint worth a dime..
ya spits seem like u murdered the alphabet then yeild..
cuz i wudnt hear u do audio for a quater cuz u from the corn feilds..
il peel back ya wig peace leave ya missin when i spit a masterpeice..
it aitn funny how my thoughts are so money,aka pak n heat..
THe way i claim this beef quick to jack ya funds like armed robbery..
keymyst a bitch,leavin ya shuk like muhammad ali..

Weapon-dingleberies LOl