yo


if i shot you tommorow you'd still DIE TODAY/

i'll serve you like burger king- you can have it YOUR WAY

but in the battle of the WITS your SPITS couldn't CONVINCE

the SHIT you WRIT was SICK --even if you SPIT BRICKS with CHICKS sucken ther own DICKS--for KICKS

how IS IT you think your XPLICIT/ i'll leave you TWICHIN __WISHIN someone would VISIT-

your LIFELESS MOLD- while it LIES THERE COLD

LINED WITH HOLES/ EYES EXPOSED to the LIES YOU TOLD

its a murderrap other RHYMES UNTOLD/ i'll tear out your cortex to show the world the ryhmes I HOLD


W?E you wanted ma verse now so this is what you get
stupidness