i don't know if you really want it/cause YI got gun barrells

spinnin like sonic/i got a beef to serve to you on a plate

the size of tectonic/mess around and i'll leave one

option, when i have you losin your bound to be joinin/

first thang in the mournin/look i dont' mess around and you

gone get played like you foreign/wanna be the greatest i'll

shoot you 23 times or spit as much bars of rhymes if you

think you Jordan/or you'll see your sign of death when you

see threee iverson jersey's/yeah you heard me/666 ya death is

gonna be dirty/i had blood on my face but it sure was worthy/

fool you'll never hit no body cause you shoot birdies/this

ain't golf man but practically the way you missin its gonna

take a life time to murk me/

bitch u say ur barrles like sonic
kid u too young get off the chronic
spit ya back with devils tounge kinda ironic
ur rap low voltage handling u like a electronic
young ice u gonna be melt
with hotter shit then uve ever delt
u aint no murdera uv probably never seen a nine
uve a pussy thats the bottom line
bitch dont ask for battles u cant rap back too
ill chew u up and sting u like a tatoo
this is the wrong position to fall in to
u shuda been serverd allong time ago ur like a book thats overdue
when i end u its gonna be a mystery
ill spit out hot rhymes for free
so then maybe u canr record this shit and make a cd
make ya moma proud that u's a fake mc
so bitch just shtu the fuck up cuz ur gonna get burnt like 3rd degree
many ways i cud burn u but rappin's me
i cud probably kick ur ass while eatin my curry
and then drown ur ass to the bottom of the see
maybe ya will find lost city alantis
cuz u aint got no bussiness
in the rap game maybe ull find more luck in chess
or drag queen stripers maybe thatl be ur sucess...

brown magic bitch