Wats good...ima go head and jus kick my first time off with a quick flow i just drew up...minus all that gun talk so you know im not talkin out my ass...look man...

Ima start to blast past, and leave you trash basking trace,
Follow my lead, but im going fast so I mite pass ya traits,
You talk shit so technically trick, ya ASS is FACE,
I speak so much in the future tense, that my PAST will FAINT,
I don’t got time for you kats, and most of yall fakes, are stunting as a trick,
Be honest with yourself, you wouldn’t even be in the rap game if it wasn’t for my dick,
If it wasn’t for ya lip, you could’ve been the shit, and would’ve been left unscarred,
Now I gotta light ya ass up in ya cell so you learn to ‘respect my bars!’
You next on par, and nigga this aint a joke so don’t get me vex on charge,
I spit sikk verses thru ya neck and make ya chest feel like its being strepped by SARS,
I’d never get on ya ass, ya tracks are crap, and your raps just cash doo-doo,
I don’t need that trash, Im a hustla ,I can take your virginity and sell it back to you,
And im done wit wack wars; Ima just run off, bounce, and change drawers,
Hide the evidence in ma backseat, grab the keys, and switch cars,
Take off, roll up on ya spot and take charge,
Come back and slap at your pockets so all your change falls,
Rip ya bling off, might as well take all ya things off, Cuz ill cut ya finger from ya hand just to get the ring off,
Ima big act, And I carry big packs, with a mouth capable of spittin out tracks the size of kit katz;
Get back before you get smacked, and blow semen out ya mouf with the bass and tell you to “DRINK THAT!”