who want to battle

yo who ever wants to battle just set it

me yo.

but i see u're an inactive bitch

set it

im paper touchin,
even though i dont spend nuffink,
my girl look like a page ripped out a magazine or sumfing,
im stuntin,
and my car starts wid a button,
im drunk on revenge,
better catch me when im calm n sober,
never had a moms,
so ma pops turned me into a soldier,
reality hardened me and proberbly made me colder,
now dat im older i carry da strap under the shoulder

danm danm nice dirty money

click clack
my glocks on deck
get back before you get smacked
tic tac is wat you need before you spit
cuz yo breath be kickin
like you just let r kelly piss in your mouth
im so slick like a moth with my rymes
if you wanna find me ill be in da dark
and ill eat your rymes up like im a shark and
you wanna start spittin fake shit
ill leave yo ass decapotated in a park bitch




















iight here we go go go
my flo is indiscribable
its so cold itll make you hold your jaw up yo but anywayz
im straped like alpochino you niggaz are like the cops from reno
im high off that leaf ya know budz in my pocket dats why my eye socets are closed up
like a asian addicted to penisilian i dont know wat i just wrote but im still killin
im like a villin walk up in your crib and pput holes through your cellin you feelin me ill grab
your gurl and take her earings bust out a semi automatic and yo ass will be hard of hearing
ill peal the skin off your corps when im done with you make your gurl eat every cell in yo body then
shoot her too not through her head but her mouth so she can taste da lead then put a gun in her hand
and make seem like it was a murder suicide danm

pants....

freshmcfromtheD
u a rap poodle, have some pedigree
step into Say's kitchen so i cud teach u the rap recipe
cuz next 2 me, u lost like u dno geography
this bout 2 b the 2nd time i trash this bitch lyrically
im jus runnin my mouth high off the tree
and u kno im blown like a leaf
cuz that swisher was filled w 2 grams of reaf
and bout 2 give all these toy mc's grief
ran thru ur pockets ur dro is gone
im on yo grass and i dun mean yo lawn.

bitches get at me