all ways tha best

yea yea listen to me spit as u slit ur wrist

dont get me in a twist cuz u iz unkissed

you is rastist watch as i hit you wit my fucking fist

it funny when you hiss wait let me a serrira mist

look at my j'z they iz fuckin gangster

im tha bombticker wait let me get my booster

look at ur job ur a fuckin beriwer i anit even gunna bother

you go to tha browser and search buster look at the results its your brother

look at your ass still watching chowder now im really lock your ass in the chamber

if you belive in luck heres a four leaf clover but it anit gunna get u away from thiz dagger

look at me imma stunna your ass iz just a fuckin faker

like i said u say ur gangster but u anit nun but a wangster

when thiz is over your gunna go home and fuck ur hamster

thiz anit over but you gunna see me on t.v as the fuckin new gangsta raper

while you suckin on that candy wrapper

justliek i said in the beging of the spit go homr and slit your wrist

Shodow you are writing better...keep up the good work.

Now My turn.

Spit for the ones that really know how to listen to the gangsters in the back smokin crack in the kitchen
hardcore niggas with the glock on a mission, for the cops on the beat in DC and Virginia,
flows smoother than ice in the winter, the pain in your brain like a five foot splinter,
my 50 cal blows, for hoes and bitches, but you will never know unless you took a picture,
I kick with the best, bullet proof vest death wishing, Charles bronson with a cause, bringing
the rain while twitching, snooze you lose fucking with bad ass manace, this forum is so boring cause these niggas are chickens

ha ima flow with a demonic rage
an animal i get loose once im let out my cage
you think i wont eat you up like food from benigans
i could go for days on this page
and you could get smoked like carcinagens
your breath shallow
bout to become a spirit thats why his name is shadow
stop battlin its like you in a creak with no paddle
if this was gay id be rippin you a new asshole
man im the king of this castle
you just a cow me im the entire cattle
and i produce strife
for you to put words together like you wanna fight
but this nigga dont relle want heat
i could be the charcoals
dont tred wear i b
or ill burn your feet
cant handle my supreme
have u roasted like coffe beans
or sacrificed like yous a burnt offering
who you bossin b
ill have you coughing
or bettin yet in your coffin
shut the door and throw away the keys
i could blow you away like yous paper and im the seabreeze
or boiled like you a pot a peas
stop choppin b
your words fucked up like the guns cokin b
and someone hit the beat with a 9 mili
you could be right next to me you still dont feel me

My hearts for peace but the streets breed war, rap battles make me lery of those that claim hardcore, I sleep easy at night knowing the the kids want more, so I feed them a treat that makes them scream ancore, my words gravited, my weapons explore connecting to you spirit like a jab to your jaw, my flows tend to bite if you step to the door, I open it and squeeze lyrics tear through your core, your just another rapper thinking that you can pour

My Youth you know whats happening
Ima big deal you aint even a fraction
Step on the scene then i get the attraction
If i was a gun id be LOCKED, LOADED AND READY FOR ACTION

Ima KFC eater, night time creeper
Too MANY you cant even feature
you got NEW BALANCE SNEEKER
CANT BURN NO SPEAKER
EVERY 2 TRACK 10 MC'S GET WEAKER

@ Dis Ninja Fool

My Youth you know whats happening
Ima big deal you aint even a fraction
Step on the scene then i get the attraction
If i was a gun id be LOCKED, LOADED AND READY FOR ACTION

Ima KFC eater, night time creeper
Too MANY you cant even feature
you got NEW BALANCE SNEEKER
CANT BURN NO SPEAKER
EVERY 2 TRACK 10 MC'S GET WEAKER

@ Dis Ninja Fool