aimed at this kid John and his crew

Chorus x2:
Sick off dis gangsta gangsta shit dat yall spit/
gangsta gangsta/yall dun none of it/
gangsta gangsta/to bad yall dun admit/
gangsta gangsta/you nuttin more den a wanksta...


when i grab da mic-my fans luvs me like a man luvs a dyke/
im more verbically insane then a Retard with a pencil-
and im tellin u young cats- i dun bite- its just mental/
so u wannabes i hope this rhyme is influental/
ill cap u fakes/i dun make mistakes/there ain't no second takes/
keep spittin fake see what happens-there ain't no acciden'ts its mishappens/
u fakes ima stab yo abs- wit a verbal vocab/
that will leave you wit a verbal scab-sendin u back to the rap lab/
i spit so quik-u think its a rap trick-u got lost and u need a map to stat intact/
but u whacked-hit u wit words that feel as if u got Smacked!/
it feels the same when u ballin and u get packed/

Chorus x2

im sick of these hatas-traitors-stab u in da back/
snitches-kids who can't get bitches-those kids usually left in stiches/
or in the morgue 6 feet deep-eterinity they will sleep/
kids who are fake-for gods sake-should drop the mic/
and dun spit-sit-and listen-beatin me is like the immpossible misson/
it can't be done-can't be won-only choice is to lose-
im like the machine that don't got the "off" fuze/
dun need to hit u phsycially to abuse/
just gotta spit at u mentally for u 2 bruise/
when the Kings roll threw-we stand true/
and wipe out "The Pussy Crew"-John im talkin to you/
latin king love-stands above-you fags-odun need a tek-
to impload ur neck-hit u words and ull be dyin in a sec/
keep fuckin wit me and when i see u ima have my strap/
ima take ur crew off the Chi-Town "map"/

Chorus x1

FUCK John- Fuck Craig- Fuck Jamal-Fuck Roland-
John AND THE KRAZY CLIQUE CAN SUCK MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK
MAN FUCK THE WHOLE FUCKIN C.T.B CREW FUCK YALL NIGGAS
WAIT TILL I COME THREW U NOT GON EVEN SEE IT COMIN MOTHA FUCKAS

*sudden pause*
*shots fire+ laughter*
SUP NOW MOTHA FUCKAS

AMOR DE REY
KING LOVE