- Once u read my shit i want u too write what u think about it...BUT IM NOT Responding to a verse... im sick of writing one little rap and then like 5 ppl wanna battle u... say what u think and thatll be that...
Wanna fuck wit me,
Nah im the wrong person to test,
You heard what i do to peoples chest,
Ill turn ya whole wardrobe into bullet proof vests,
Wanna Fuck wit me,
nah im one of a kind,
I hear these fake rappers tryna take whats mine,
till i put their head to my 9,
Bust a cap in their mind,
And i stay on my grind,
beware mothafuckas cuz yo life is on the line,
the wrong rhyme in ya punchline,
will get u stabbed from behind,
See what u rappers dont rehearse is,
the wrong words in them verses,
will have yo ass in them hearses,
You shoulda thought twice before you yelled all them curses,
Now u livin wit the docs and nurses,
Diying slowly,
And thats the worst's,
I aint from the nastiest hood, for instince like COmpton,
Hempstead, New York aint the hood but its hood enough to get you stomped and,
get ya bones smashed,
or get ya face slahed,
or get deaded, and yo ass is just a thing of the past,
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