i'm try'n to start be'n an active rapper...so i'll drop this lil quickie




i'ma flo-pro an i'm known to break mics...
an the way i take lives, cats never make the mistake twice...
to step in a battle wit me, cuz i spit rounds the qwikest...
my sounds the sickest, you clowns are dickless...
my grammers sick, i damage qwik, i'm a man insane...
i'll slam your frame, simply becuz i'm a fan of pain...
wit this unique gift, an each hit, i'll crack each one of your teeth bitch...
you weak kid, i'll leave you jaw dropped an speechless...
my moufs leak'n a toxin/ speak'n of box'n, you get hooked like my right that jus landed...
when i'm not gripp'n it, a mic feels abanded...like it or damn it...
you can dread my grip, i wanna kill you sluts with the lead in my clip...
born to rip, i finna spill your guts wit the head of my dick...
instead of a clip with bullets, i'm load'n fine point pens...
pierc'n your thoughts like needles, cuz i ryhme so intense...
wig splitt'n/ gift spitt'n...lett'n my pistol jerk...
tired of keep'n up with grades, so i'm hope'n this'll work...
so when you hear a loud bang an nigguhs dispearse...
not someone bust'n a tec, jus me end'n a verse...
a devious person, i'm either jus breath'n or curs'n...
always need'n to hurt one, leave 'em bleed'n an breath'n the dirt sum...