16 Lines, no more, no less

Dont compare ya self to Eminem, you aint B-rabbit,
but you better run to da 8 mile cause I spray E-ratic//

Wont know where da slugs went, to busy REactin,
If its a slug in ya hommies head that means HE gat it//

WE all gat wants, yours is rapin mine is a C6 kid,
better grab a paddle cause flow my rhymes cause sea sickness//

You want to take me out, those are sweet wishes,
I murder niggas and havem pushin up roses from street ditches//

I aint a muppet but im pullin strings gettin my rap on,
with yo luck da only strings you pull is on girls tampons//

my camera n gun get confused dey both get dey flash on,
My shank"ll have niggas missin ribs like Maralyn Manson//

You right, my mind is gray, dark and deep,
Fuck sean pual, I give niggas da light when I spark in da street//

People like you dont want no parts of me,
They call my rap style blood cause I could flow to a heart beat//