a lil some

aint no sympathy i rip shit up and tare it to peices huned rounds from the choppa a leave u periphalingant this shit easy and aint capping got that 4.5 on my side like a becon come through wit that choppa leave u tore apart witha hand on ya chest put one in ya head leave a print like a horse shoe and when u dead there aint no missing u have ya mom at the fineral like a kangaroo dont nobody like u cause u smell like bo-bo and u keep talking we gon diss u u heard it aint no sympathyx3