~*No BeAt*~

Tha fakt of tha matter is im new to tha site-thats rite im a guest/
But you never know who was tha best-you could be-whod guess//
Any of you bustas wanna battle-dont-it would be unfair like tha IRS taxes/
Im down for any tough battle-just like a fite wit two-fat-kids//
Spit lyriks so quick-dont even think-its called lyrikal taktics/
I dont play games-run up to your house put it on wheels and snatch-it//
Im from tha West Coast-707-fairfield cliques/
We dont put up wit suckas-talk shit-we empty tha tech clips//
A lot of mutha fukkas said theres no way i could make it rappin'/
But now whos sittin here drinkin a beer and fukkin laffin'//
Im psycopathinc all fukked up in tha head/
Ready for a nigga to step up_click click clack_you dead//
So keep your opinions away and only look at tha fakts/
Mid-life crisis....i stab little bitches in they backs//