now lets make this official bitch
you never won that battle
thats like a nigga getting away in shackles
im aimin at yo head i crack skulls
you on here speakin rhymes ya wrote
ya name should be Da Writer(dw)
this shit u can't speak like a bitch wit no lips
My style is ruthless like a nigga on drugs
i show no love to them home thugs(you)
i stack mo chips den pringles
sell mo shit den chris cringle
yo shit wont sell if you had 50 producin ya shit
he would prob write the shit you spit
pull out the nine watch that red shit shine
got the burna to ya head like you holdin a kill me sign
i hope you feel what im sayin like jesus prayin
i speak the truth like O J in court
Im a V Killer holdin down my fort
you had this shit wrong like a bitch wit no legs trying wear shorts


finisher

time to end this shit like the end of a horror film when no one lives
killin yo ass like micheal myers but u soft like bryers(easy to melt)
this is a continuous cycle where u get popped and cry hard
my dick in yo mouth like a bitch on girls gone wild pt. 6
thinkin i wont kill you is like seein 666
next time you want a battle i suggest you get smart
then come wit something harder then when yo ass cheeks got parted
my rhymes so strong mozes couldnt part it
approach me and my nine ill start talkin
leave yo legs detached and see if you walkin
always looking behind you cuase u kno im stalkin
cock the gat back have yo brain thinkin back
what the fuck was i thinkin this nigga stay strapped
call me out and see if you dont get bitch slapped(lol)