oh shit they went and let me grab the microphone
im in this mutha fucka blazin sumthin nice and strong
lacin this track with whatever that my mind is on
im never not packin enough to send your ass home
not talkin 'bout bullets but still love when i have to pull it
out and off ya head dedapitate confused illusions
sever ya tendons tiwist ya spinal cord commit mind bendins
forever friendless and i never thought that i could find contentness
severely relentless apparently appear with a freshness
my sins is passed confessions be assed if God cleared His blessins
do shit despite live the edge thats my life
i pledge alliegence to the street shit that pops at night
aint scared to fight put em up and bet yer wife
then im goin on to the punk and bettin yer wife
please get it right when when i grab the mic my 'teens tight
with obscene delight now im on the scene to exceed nice

i dont know just 16 bars-what do i do now?