this is for Mr shit

bitch bet i bang hoo , freze like a photo , you are a no go , no go all show , why you aktin tuff , you ant ruff boy, am jaked at all eges, no pretenden where am at , i stay running with my gate, blowing holes out yo back , kamacozy that rat a tat tat , flat line i shine win i grind , thers no stop sing ,no rewind am flying thru the air shots fird du no care leve youbleeking right there , well perpard to die ,i ant lieing , o boy in that last battel was soft as fuck he didnt even use his own words ,what the fuck,must be shity luck ,but o well , the only thing real was the picher of him self a pice of shit sitting on a shelf, pressing me son is no good for your health.