"you'll get lit up in bed//
fuck sheep!servin u wit tha n9ne so now u countin bullets instead//"

yous a biter son... I remember my man jae cyph spittin almost them exact same words not so long ago... but it dont matter... imma still murk u son...

Wit 9s i "work out" so u betta learn/
I put techs to ya skin so u can "feel the burn"//
If u gotta gat then u betta go get it/
ill put birds in ya head like a falcons fitted//
If i put u on my hit list you walk round rockin football equitment/
we all got biscuits/ the snub and the guess/
We squeze arms like blood pressure test// (lol- your a dummy if u dont get it)
Ya punch lines was orignally mine/
i have u pussy tied to the machine wit the skwigly lines/
Come at me and u taste the chrome have u take 2 through the dome