think ya gonna take me out, i'll repel that shit, no doubt, dont even come on here,talkin about that shit, ya just a lil bitch, no one say anything, this dudes probably a snitch, my rhymes are magical like a witch,,,but which one, the one thats gonna kick ur ass 4 fun,and ya sayin ur ready 2 murder, bra shut up coz i fucking served ya....
HAHAHA THIS FOO THINKING HE GOING TO TAKE ME OUT BETTER THINK TWICE CUZ IM MUHAMMAD ALI READY TO GIVE UR ASS A KNOCK OUT NO NO I AINT PLAYING NO GAMES IM LETTING U KNOW WHAT IM BOUT AND THAT IS NO DOUBT. U TALKING BOUT SNITCHES IM TALKING BOUT MY BITCHES HAHA HE THINKIN HE GOING TO HIT THE RICHEST U TRYING TO BATTLE AN MC U AINT GOT NOTHING TO SAY AGAINST ME HAVE UR BITCH ON MY LAP OH I FORGOT SHE DANCING A LAP DANCE FOR FREE NOT JUST TO ME BUT TO ALL MY HOMIES.. SHE WAS ON HER KNEES SEEING BIG THINGS FOR THE RECORD I HAD HER PLEASED..
first off kid if you want to be good stop talking bout your junk and wood unstopable you must be understood cuz you a fag who thinks hes hood i would rip you left and right your like a cat in a dog fight you looked counfused did you join the wrong site ask us for help and say your gunna win but you look like freddy mercury at age 10
unstoppable jus lookin at yo face and i laugh cuz u as ugly as a fat lady's calf make this boy disapear with the wave of my staff heads in thee trees like a fukin giraffe this bitch aint straight he more like a graph froot like a loop all he does wit his dick is poop scoop probly got an std cuz didnt wear his helmet like a troop im shoot u like a ball at a hoop spit so hot now u boilin in my soup ur mind u shud regroup cuz im too fly like a pigeon out its coop look up and poop in ya eye, now scoop
that i will split ya ~BACK~//and have a mutha fucka addicted like my flo was ~CRACK~//ima hit more homers den ~BARRY-BONDS~//and my bars explode as if my flo ~CARRY-BOMBS~//nigga u needa thnk b4 u try to ~SEND-EIGHT~//nu jus now becomin slick but me i ~BEEN-SLEIGHT~ (look it up)//n i dnt mean fat wen i say i ~CARRY-WEIGHT~ and carry shit n a bag so i can ~TOTE-POUNDS~//its destiny like i ~MARRY-FATE~ my bars shoot bullets as if a nigga ~WROTE-ROUNDS~//and im always smokin even wen i dnt ~SMOKE-POUNDS~//run up n ya crb and lay ya ~FOLK-DOWNS~//my gun will slump n ~LEAN-YA~//ya motha will b cryn cuz she wont kno da las time she ~SEEN-YA~//im not any nigga boi im ~sTRETEZ THE NIGGA~ dat'll pull a ~FAT-TRIIGA~ n leave ANY NIGGA~ (bloated n swollen)//yea boi ~BLOATED-N-SWOLLEN~and my flo right as if i ~WROTE-IT~ while ~ZONING~ (zoning=high)
Stretez why you explain yourself acting like you hard cuz you know how to spell lryical i slay you and send you to hell but i will still be king of the underground while you sit like a coat in the lost and found i rise to the top like an evil clown take your life with out makin a sound talkin shit bout smokin pounds but you bought it from me/so what now think your cleaver say you sleight but you just got served like a dinner plate
ill put -SCARS IN YA CHEST- wit -CLEAVER N KNIFES-....when it comes to -SUCKIN THE BREAST- i got kids -LEAVIN THEIR WIVES-....so old school its like im -WRITIN ON PAPYRUS- when i -MURDER YA TEXT- ...me against u? is like tyson -FIGHTIN CYRUS-(miley) cmon i know you -HEARDA THIS VET-(me)....im known to -DEMOLISH BITCHES- wit -WORDPLAY N GATS-....quick to -ABOLISH SNITCHES- for bein -GAY SPILLIN FACTS-...see im -ILL WIT THE WORDS- n even betta wit -NINES-... -SPLITTIN U HERBS- when kickin my -RHYMES-....theirs no -ESCAPIN YA DEATH- when im -COMIN FOR U-....-INCINERATIN YA FLESH- who you -RUNNIN FROM DUDE-...i murder -THESE COWARDS- when they -AGREE TO BATTLE-.....you cant handle -THESE POWERS- theylll make ya -KNEES RATTLE-...im done -WIT THIS DICK HEAD- n ya whole -EMBASSYS NEXT-...im -SPILLIN TIS BITCH RED- wit -BURETTAS N TECHS(haha)
ok now you made your first mistake steppin to a pro when YOU so FAKE im a dirty basterd you will never break smoke you up like wake n bake you vs me or me vs you/ it dont matter you gettin murderd fool not a man to roam the streetz dont hear my voice unless its over beats tie your body up in sheets and throw you down the silver creek bring your crew ya bring a fleet cuz i want everyone to see pickles run the Stretez