Feel tha heat of a tech 9 bullet hittin ur flesh/
Im a problem 2 mc's so dont try 2 test/
or u'll get put 2 rest, when that 12 gauge hit ur vest/
murdah is tha life I live when it comes 2 rappin/
or when im on tha street known 4 illmatic clappin/
ya'll haters thinkin ya'll ja rule cuz u yell murdah/
i got a unit of gorrilas that are bound 2 hurt ya/
and murk ya, so dont get ur life ended fast/
cuz end up spendin u life in a full body cast/
or casket, which ever come 1st cuz its gunz im blastin/
they call me nyghtmare cuz ur dreamz are always tragic/
so think b4 u start runnin that mouth boy/
i make more ppl disappear than seigfried and roy/
there's no limit 2 what i spit cuz tha rhyme shceme is devastatin/
and ur homeboyz wonder why gun shotz leave u leavitatin/
destroy more blocks than godzilla, im tha dirty south killa/
my shot percentage is more crucial than 3 poitns made by reggie miller/
~Dirty South'z Hungriest Mc~

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