here it is bastard


Yeah bitch standin there and ready to run,
Yo dumbass check your pistol its a water gun
If u pull it,u wash my face
Ill beat the shit out of u wont have enough time to say grace
And watch ur back,
while u lightin ur crack
,ill take a heroene needle
And stab repetitivly at u like im possesd evil.
Top that and take out to eagles,
Make u look inside the barrel
No man im not santa or the christmas carol
but I brought u a present
Look at it shine,
Listen to your muscles bind
U like a fuckin python
Leave u dead at the seen with the knife gone,
And both the guns dug underground
Nothing will be found.
Your rap style is weak
It cant match the way I speak
after your death the whole world could have snapped
Man u the just like ur bitch if she would have rapped
From rappin this shit my lips are fully chapped
But wont fall off, cuz i still will say this crap
U cant stop me, drop me
Im gone from this beat
Ill wrap u in a sheet,
drop u as fresh meat for the rats to eat