im gonna murder this man.cook him up and feed him to hungry kids in afganastan.u think ur big and have guns.well da only 9 u have is a 5 dolla bill and 4 ones.i have lyrics dat are ill.im a thug wit intent to kill.my lyrics flyin like bullets u should take cover.im da one who is gonna smother ur mother.u sound like an ugly motha f***er.s**t u prolly a dirty d**k sucka.u aint notten but a wannabe rap freak.goin wit one inch pattles up s**t's creek.u broke bastard prolly on got 3 f***in dimes. ur a busta wit out da ryemes.when this is all over ur beel cryin is sorrow. dont worry ill get 7 digits for a dolla from ya mother tomarrow!