im going to kill you,since my job is good im going to bill you. gotta pay up, got beat down but you are trying to stay up. play up, like you really husstle trying to flex your game like its fucking muscle. im going to turn you in to a puzzle,when my techs are done.search for my location but im fucking gone. my game is clean.need no team, when i fill you up with steam, blown from my gun not another shiny day cant see da sun. your eyes got shut, by my ussie! yo click will follow, but gurantee to loose me. im an expert when it comes to breaking loose! know not of treatys no fucking truce. im not a peaceful person so dont try it. all that bullshit of you slangging i dont fucking buy it. you are probobly grounded for not washing da dishes! try to play tough now you sleep with da fishes. just another lil kid trying to get attention im going to kill you, you wont get see your penssion..lets see if yo homeboy protects you im going to find then fucking then fucking wreck you.......skeem

calling others loser huh you mother fucker... no one really care about giving you free crackers.speaking hostile juz aint my style, get the hell out if you're nt cleaning my tiles.maybe you didnt do your dishes n yo mama locked you out and whiny you come back screaming like a bitchy dog n get mocked. screw you i dont like you skeem. yo mama.

"........i feel sorry for you man u dont even rhyme..."

yo, you dont gotta buy it, i got others to do that/
niggas gettin mad at me, becuz i gotta do crack/
look at that, white boy gettin rich off them niggers/
while they hittin my shit, im countin my figures/
i got 'em under my control just like they was slaves/
it dont fase me that im tha one sendin 'em to thier graves/
it just takes one hit, and they come back for more/
at three in tha mornin, crackheads are at my door/
ive had two people overdose on my shit/
its not my place to tell their ass when to quit/
but tha funny thing is, all they had was a twenty/
but take it from them, a dub is plenty/

tha song just changed, now its time to switch it up/
its about to get crunk, so you better get it up/

yo, now you know when i flow then its gon get crunk/
im tha k.o.p,......Kappin On Punks/
Kappin On Pussies, fuckin Klownin On Pigs/
they say Gods a forgivin man, well i hope he forgives/
cuz if he doesnt, i guess my white ass is fucked/
......ill be in trouble for them drugs that i puffed/
ill be in trouble for them shots that i let out/
for cappin them niggas, just because they run thier mouth/
and yeah you mothafuckers, im tired of your lip/
im bout to show you what you get, when you fuck wit a crip/
im sick of this shit, you actin like a bitch/
and skeem is just a poser, and i think he better quit/
unless he wanna end up wit a bullit in his head/
be layin on tha ground, not breathin, cuz he dead/
and naw i wasnt lyin when i said that i could grind/
and now yall gettin mad because im speakin my mind/
well, fuck you mothafuckers, and fuck them bloods/
fuck all you other mothafuckin thugs/
fuck your love, fuck your drugs/
fuck everybody's ass, who aint a cuz/
and yeah, i do talk a lot of shit about tha red/
and ill prolly get jumped for tha shit that i said/
but it dont matter, cuz ill still hold my ground/
born and bred as a crip, from mac-town/
holdin it down, blazin a pound/
everybody on this site, dont know how to act now/
and yeah my city is a black town/
so everywhere i go they suck tha crack down/
so im always makin money, always fuckin honeys/
skeem, you need to stop this shit, because your flow is crummy.......

yyeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh, strait off tha dome. dirty south....thats how we do!

what da fuck is this. you pointed yo weapons but you fucking missed. i aint black dawg so who you trying to diss?how you want to go to war when you stock rocks and pistols.my artellery is heavy i fire grenades and missles.mark 15s pointed at yo area come and finish da battle,homes, i dare ya. its me and you, no one else! the rest of yo homies, shit, ill smoke'em my self. but hold on, im confused! you talk shit about black people, but you down to cruise?...what da fuck you talking about! you from da south! i should show up to your front door and shatter your mouth! your husstle is weak, like yo name on da street! i move HEROIN,coain and speed. my movement is real like everything i write im da best i stay out of sight. no need to get caught although it has happened, no need to tell you da kindda weapons im strappin. ''''''''skeem'''''''''''