Murdah the type to have the Narc's mad at me after i spark insanity
im warning all of rapverse, diss me better start with stratagy...
i pop mad shit but stay true to them elegant guns
while my punches droping heavy like elephant moms....
ya type?, Fake and light weight like skeleton arms
after the shit i drop, we still could remeber the smell of ya moms...
for-real thou i go in.. while ya act like ya fina be resistent
then ya moms came quick, talking about she energy efficent...
understand MurDah dont care about ya wins or how they stack
cuz believe if i was to hit u, dawg u not coming back...
im the underground main man... like jay z got the rock in here
with a flow that'll leave ya grandmoms moving like a rocking-chair...
looking for compitition but its not in here
ya got me coming off hard like braids with nots in hair...
but ya really.. honest to god... dont want no trouble
my guns known to be popping quick like jacuzzi bubbles...
leave behind a mark of dark sadness, cuz when them rangy birds dump
it'll turn ya march madness into just an angry 3rd month...

man fuck a hook....

i admit some of u dudes verse was partly piffy,
meaning close but no cigar
ya tryed to steer my multis an CAPITAL, but ya hardly shift...
i'll leave ya Ghost, them shots Casper Wraped'em
now ya soul float like a astranut, big calibers my clapper MagNum
and last time he 'ask for the pot' even the pastor smacked'em...
dont you know u shouldn put ya heart in sending shit
so i wont feel guilty taking part in winning this
cuz u couldnt get close to trigga's type text witta Marksmen Penmanship...

wait...
nah, no hook....
and fuck a 3ed verse....

keyd