i tell a nigga holla if he want beef,
ip be hooked to a i.v, wit holes in his white tee,
wit his baby and his wifey 6 feet,
nigga get through head i ain't sweet,
and i ain't that other man,
let these hollows glaze ur ass like some candied yams,
when it comes to this i'm da best doing it,
ur bitch mouth is drywall cuz i'm da one screwing it!

Bitch nigga you'll end up dead over what you've said~I wont holla at you just put hollow point's though your head~You can't glaze me im just to swifty because iv been shot more time's than fifty~I'm still spittin hit't and smashin trash script's~Don't holla me back because you can't handle this~

if i can end up dead over what i said,
then let spit some more shit to make ur bitch-ass mad,
first and foremost get 50's dick out ur mouth,
u mighta not got glazed but u walkin around afraid,
and u got shot more times then him and then u battling me,
u want ur life to come to a end,
and nigga u can quit the gangsta talk,
cuz real g's we let da hammers spark and leave ur last thought's on da sidewalk,
and if u got shot as many times as u said u did,
i think u need to try a new career,
cuz i'll put this banga to your ear while ur face is filled fear and your eyes boilling tears,
bang 2 shots and leave u squilling like a pig!

First of all iv never been shot before~That what us rappers call a metaphor~You wouldn't understand that because your rapping skill's are very poor~You seem lack the nack to rap and rhyme~You need to go back an practice your rap's~There whack~Crap~That bad i can't answer back~
Rapping is easy it's word rhyming slang~Till you beef that shit up ill end this with a bang~Hang~Your neck in a brace you'll never survive against my lyrical pace~Make haste~Go put somethink down~Try an turn my frown upside~down~You clown~Stop fuckin around~Your not even levelin peggin~Got lost
little nigga~Coz ya doin my head in~