yo, yo, yo

put a gun in a holster to hear screams and n this poser/
will run from a poster, fears heat from tha brave lil toaster/
no more will u battle newbs, vets will be tha ones u choose/
u lose n u lose, tha rap game is not for u, now get a clude/
old westerns are ova wit, angellic flows, a Jehova spit/
will show ya tha nova shit, it's actually u when u explode bitch/
wit a gun in tha holster for power, i look at u n u cower/
watch below from a hell risen flower, or above for a meteor shower/
but either way u see it, it's me, i'm spittin n puttin u on ur knees/
from Afrifa, Asia n tha Abrarishinese, from thunda bay all tha way to tha West Keys!/

finisher:

ur names in ur sig capitalized like ur BIG/
but tha flames that have been spit will kill this lil 14-yo innocent KID!/

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