yo this is alister it's time that im claimin my name u see me sittin on my thrown wher my kindom'll rein battler battlist mixin hits splitin shit flippin scripts kiking triks whipin it wit slippin bich im the otha brotha love hutta hit her studda voice flutta im from the lots and the block keep it hot in the mabank texas town with mike b i stay on the top making it pop watch you drop on the post ground who wanna battle ginst authentical metephoical lyricst if you think u can win you aint really hearing this battle for beef we could handle wit streets i neva play fair wit a bat to ya teeth you better be wisillin fa years with a gap in you teef so come on and try me.

man i hear ya shit n my ears is bleedin do us all a favor and jus stop breathin we all know what comes from texas you aint foolin us keep spittin that bullshit im lettin this ruger buss and creatin a fuss you jus pathetic synthetic fake and artificial you are homosexual though that is official you slept wit more boys than michael jackson seen more nuts than a planter's package bitch i'll scratch you off like a lotto ticket yeah i flow like a fuckin water spicket now click it or ticket and get on ya cricket call up ya hood the place and time i'll let y'all pick it i'm thru wit dis rhyme i'm endin this verse i'm out in frontcha house witcha casket and hearse

first off I wanna say that ya lyrics is weak, u only wanna spit so i'd reply to ya sheet. u'a bictch non- the less, I see the fag in ya chest, milk drinkin bastard wanna suck ya momma'z breast, what the fuck make u think? Bitch u think u'a wolf!, yeah u be howlin in the night when yo ass gettin wooped. u'a aint stong enough u little fuck ta fuck wit my crew. I'a leave u in the streetz while they pissin' on u. nobody really cares u just a mothafuckin mutt. the only reason why u here is cause 2 biches beat it up. u mean sh*t to this world all u do is exsist. talk to any otha' nig*a, u aint fu*kin wit this! oh yo name is Immortal, nig*a thinkin' he god, put a gat to ya face, now we know u aint hard. let me pray to u man, suck a mothafuckin dick! on yo knees close ya hands suck a mothafuckin dick! u couldn't live foreva' tryna' front like u pac, makaveli lookin a$$, bitch u bouts to get knocked. Ima leave it like that till u work on ya skills, get off ya lazy a$$ and stop poppin dem pillz. FUCK U BITCH MORTAL a$$ nigga

ya all a pice of shit mon , you kno that pices of shit mexicans rule usa are shit bul shit i say

YO i'm feeling yo beat but your rymes are weak i carry so much heat i'm poppin off at my guns in a heart beat i got a gun in my waste and it's yo blood im'a taste if you get in may way it's gon be blood on your face im'a go after yo momma to trick i ain't even near through i bet you over there lookin curious on how my rymes could be so furious i'm just like you except i'm better in everything i do rymin fightin and my hold crew you step to me i'll step to you i'm comin in the game young but ill i know my rymes are killin you so take a pain pill i change whips like i'm a break the game im'a break your name when my pitt bull see you he will break his chain