I might creep up...I might leap up..they cant see us...Im not leaving till someone bleeding...You diss me this what you recieving when we battling...You worried bout beef when you should focus on the cattle man...1 on 1 i got you locked up in shackels damn...I got no options but to make it rain im the weather man...so many shots your way my barrel catch a tan.....Now its smoking..who you smoking...you who I smoking..When you pull up beef toting...Ima grind it up and cook it wit onions...Ima big stepper...ill never walk in ya lil shoes just to catch me some bunions...The choppa get ya dawg porkchopped call it doug funny...It will give a journal of lead from the top of ya head...holes all in you like a bag of funonions...I be wearing cowboy hats and cowboyboots you think i was raised in the country...Im Batman Mixed wit Blade when im hunting...Im so collossal my steps sound like im stomping...So much blue im the.room you think this compton...I count them bluefaces and dont spend it like im ommish....My flow sick like before the.vomit...I grind hard need two commas...I dont see no.value in any mans promise...Action is my doctor... delivery is my voucher..IF IT ANT BOUT BUSINESS THEN WHY YOU OUTCHEA