U E-thugs don’t deal drugs...u just deal wit feelings...
I do my dirt in the streets... u do urs...just by breathing...
u not a real rapper...I'll put fear factors in ur fucking dreams....
I'll have u pissing out a hefty bag attached to ur ruptured spleen...
I put my stats up...niggaz know me....so wat the fuck is u like?
zig need to "stop snitchin ~ stop lying" on other peoples crew sites....
I’ll put u head first in the ground…right where the flowers grow…
Then bury u wit ur eyes open…that’s where u cowards go….
Cuz I’ll str8 wreck u…on mic and text too…u not nice….
U net-hypeman….I’ll rip u in half and put u on the spot twice…
zig...this kid crazy...I bust on fake niggaz like Dick Chainey...
U sick? maybe....from biting The Game till u gave his dick raibees....
cuz lately...ur wordplays been elementary and ur flows gone daycare.....
but u new coming from the bottom...u might as well just stay there....
I str8 slay where u sleep...leave u block missing....
U'll get left behind like every other crew ur bitch ass has been in.....
U fake marshall mathers...ziggy zaggy...u only shady's after math....
I'll make u RV's ghost....now u exposed for being a nothing more then a joke and a laugh.....

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..