dont fuck around ill destroy youill beat you

first things first man you fukin wit da worst theyll be takin your body off stage in a hurse.
ill make mince meat after i defeat you bitches not ta mention phive extra stitches youll be found half dead with broken legs in flooded ditches.
my rhymes and my crimes make me lots of dimes not ta mention they posted my shit in times. my lyrics are enough ta spill your blood when your dead your hated so much theyll bury you in mud.
when you see me walkin you pussys start talkin shit so i believe i made you bitches suck my dick i aint sick im just makin a suggestion: dont fuck with me unless you want your chest stabbed in and out make more pain than gout fuck it to make me stop ill tell you to shout my gang my name outloud itll make me proud that i own you bitches and im as white as a cloud.