aight my bad i forgot about the battle
ima spit now



ayo...

i spray bullets at nigga's who come to test me//1
fuckin wit shadow will get u 9 bullets in ya chest b//2
im leathal and ill//3
i shoot to kill//4
i got sizz shocked payin my electric bill//5
by the end of this battle this cracker be knocked out cold//6
while i got his girl goin up and down my dick like a go-go pole//7
ima take this white boy though my own version of hell//8
you aint catchin bricks bitch, u catchin shells//9
better hope the crowd save u by the motherfuckin bell//10