I wasnt gonna do it but....fuck ktw...have you screamin bloody murder then chainsaw cuttin you...im about to start lyrically buttfuckin you..i know its like child molestin...but i dont like your comments who u think ur testin?

ASK YASELF A QUESTION ARE YOU READY FOR WAR OR IS YA SPIRIT TO POOR AND YA SOFT IN THE CORE..
huh????
Imma call this CHILD ABUSE...mike jacksons rollin in his grave right now
gimme the chainsaw and turn the lights down...pussy
you shoulda kept ya mouth shut
I was gonna leave u alone now ya gettin ya throat cut...nigga
LISTEN
LISTEN
I'm done dealing cards wit you rip off artists
I flip and rip off arms at the armpit
My arm spit leave you in the bottom off the pull pit
I got pitbulls that I starve to death
Hop the fence and they a eat the meat off ya chest
My dawgs bite for the throat
I throw a firebomb right inside a ya coat
You must be on coke
I smoke my weed mixed wit dust
I don't know who to trust
I bust pipes tuck knifes
Pull guns and apply pressure
Me die...never
I pull back the lever on the colt revolver
Leave ya body decomposing in a field.. man slaughter
Have night crawlers crawling out ya nostrils
I'm hostile..claustrophobic..so take notice
I never lost my focus
But I still can't find my mind
We play hide and seek
I'm crazy I cut ya baby up and dump it in the creek
You dudes is strait bums
You give me heartburn..damn I need eight tums
I got eight guns
Better play dumb
I'm smokin hash in blunts..drinkin strait rum
My automatic rifle chew you up like a piece a gum
I'm from the fuckin slums
Were you struggle to get bye
Constantly get high
Cops let people die
Cuzz they don't care
I hit you wit a slug in each ear
Two guns up
I put 5 men down
Ten rounds leave you stretched out making death sounds
So get down
Get from around here
Before you found there
In alleyway murdered in a savage way
I live day to day
Don't give a fuck what you say
I pray daily
Go to church weekly
I still leave ya corpse in the woods
Underneath leaves
I'm from the hood
Were nobody is up to no good
I did what I could
Now I do what I should
Ballbat to ya back till I crack the wood
I will smack ya bitch
Right infront you
Then I let the machede blade cut in you
Or I take a trashbag and smother you
Dig a hole..put you inside..then cover you
You got toast but ya never on post wit it
So turn around and run or get turned to a ghost bitches
Snitches you get stitches
I get riches I get bitches
I will burn you at the stake like Salem witches
I flip quicker than light switches
Boxing...I'm hard to hit like Nolan Ryans pitches
Call that a no hitter
Imma go getter whole digger
Just caught another body so I hotta make the whole bigger
I shine like a diamond
You tarnished like old silver
You fuckin wit a cold blooded killer
Search parties find ya body in the Saugus river
Shot in ya liver,neck, heart and both eyes
To me..it's no suprise
I been prayin for ya demise
I rise up..I overstand what you understand
I'm on the corner foldin grands wit the gun in my hand
I got ya girlfriend runnin my grams
I break her off enough money to go get a tan
Come on boy..you ain't a man
All ya plans are sand castles
High tides coming
My tech nine hummin
I fold y'all have you so called tuff guys running
I got cunning I'm slicker then a fox
I think outside the box
Decide what to do I put you inside it
Take the box and hide it
I hit big shots like rob horry
I throw ya hogtied body into the quarry
Ya corny
Fuckin marshmellow
Ya soft you would never spark mettle
I have ya top steamin like a fully heated kettle
Settle down level out
For I level you
357 you
Do incredible..damage to ya figure
I see ya ego gettin bigger
I'm a triggerman
Sawed off 10 gauge in the minivan
You get wet like a fisherman
You got no future plans
I got shooter hands
Black gloves and a can a mace
Big pistol...I stick it right in ya face
So stay right in ya place
And shut the FUCK up stop pleading ya case
This is street justice
No judge or jury
My burner give ya hair a perm and leave you curled up
Tell ya girl I said what's up
Last time I saw her she sucked me up
What
Im a madman manic depressive
I don't panick... I go in psychosis
Load clips..then get extremely aggresive
I blow wholes in human bones
I throw a pair a hand grenades right threw ya home
I put seven hollow heads right threw ya dome
Knock the phone off ya ear shoot off ya hand
I'm compressed steel.. bitch you softsand
I'm the dude you cannot stand
I puff oolies and fuck more groupies then a rockband
I got a hot hand
Keep acting like the person ya not man
Wind up a shot man
Parylzed like Rodney Rogers
You will not stand
Up again
I'm the top man
Shots bam
Ya gun jams
I burn ya face off wit a hot pan
I'm the pick up and the drop man
I got murder plot plans
I'm o.j. Wit anger
Danger danger
My strap slap shots like a new York ranger

NIGGA I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU SAY I'M DIGGIN KTW'S STYLE WAAAAAY MORE THAN URS JUST REMEMBER WHEN YOU SPIT AND THINK ITS HOT HOMMY ITS REALLY NOT

LOL...NOT U GRAMPS..I THOUGHT THEY PUT U IN A NURSIN HOME...WHY DONT U WRITE A VERSE.... THIS AINT A CHAT WEBSITE U GAY HOMO TRANNY ASS NIGGA...GO GET YA DIAPER CHANGED GRAMPS..DO U STILL RAP?...CUZZ I HAVENT SEEN U POST A VERSE IN LIKE 2 MONTHS U GRAMPY...LOL..UR WET GARBAGE DUKE...LOL

were u at soldier boy...u choke too!!!!!..lol

A lyrical killer like jason, freddy krueger, and michael myers.
my swagg so hot, i'll start a forest fire.
try to steal my style and i zap yo ass like an electrical wire.
i'm trying to overthrow the hip-hop government, so call it conspire.
and my flow is never dry,always wet like a submarine.
when yall lie,i keep it real,so i feel like a bad actor on a movie scene.
so when i rap against yall, it feels like im talking to an answering machine.
because im the monster crawling out ya tv screen.
everytime im in a battle i eat up rappers like a kidney bean.
lame rappers be watching me progress out of a scope.
i gotta keep it moving because i refuse to sit still and mope.
life is just a big mountain climb, so somebody give me a rope.
my rhymes are dope, i leave unfortunate dudes with hope.
before you come at me, you better go practice with a military drill.
people never wanted to see me alive like a baby after a mother takes birth control pills.
rappers try to come on this site when they can't even pay their telephone bills.
if life is a mountain, im bout to go uphill, i'll burn any obstacles like a hot grill.
im not rapping hard, im just spitting good metaphors.
in my city it's like a 2010 year american civil war.
some of yall rappers on this site are useless like a peephole in a clear door.
sometimes i feel like smashing my competition on a marble floor.
i be riding these bars like a surfer trying to make it to shore.
i bet half these dudes rapping couldn't last a day in a convencience store.
ktw will blow away the haters like the Los Angeles dodgers.
plain and simple, this young nigga is a monster.