battle track

let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming  Now there's fear in your heart and there's blood in your mouth  Now I'm in your house  Haters goin down for the count.  And the G4 is just getting over the clouds  Keep the crowd in a chokehold deliver the rounds  With the slow motion but the difference is I'm focused now  You showed me nothing but hate you ran me into the ground but I here the sound of the drowned bound between two rounds and then I lay you down drown in that uptown in a gown cause all you is a clown when you come around lil scary ass bitch get that pipe at about an inch b4 I hit you with that glyste