i'll hit ya wit lethal spits, my lips move at a bruce lee speed...//
pen so sharp i'm known to make a loose leaf bleed....//
bruise these geeks, cuz i'm like nelly f. i'll turn off ya lights, turn off ya lights...//
when i punch you...cuz i'm always urg'n a fight, when i'm lurk'n at night....//
i'm slab stack'n when my gats blast'n, man i love these hollow tips...//
think my tec was a hoodrat the way it swallows clips...//
an me writ'n qoutes is like fright'n jolts from light'n bolts...//
decypha codes, flipp'n wigs, ripp'n kids, i'm stuck at a hyper mode...//
on overdrive, i'm flow'n like, the mississpi river...//
end'n battles wit the qwik spits i deliver...//
stick clips in an pull triggers, i slaughter for fun...//
the father of guns, ya'll jus my daughters an sons....//
call me a fuck'n renegade wit heat...//
energy increases when the gatorade is seeped...//
invade ya streets, leave ya blazed like weed, full of hate an greed...//
catch me swing'n the gat, an cock'n clips....//
i'm bring'n the bats, wit the glock at hip....//
i'm dropp'n kids flat to the ground...//
get the fuck out my face, and turn back around...//

let me know what y'all think bout that...am i still a lil rusty...?