Who gon get it

RapDre is tha name tryna battle me you must be insane. am like a slug penitraror aiming a cross bow, you talk SHIT we don't talk those. After this battle ur just a lost soul in tha crossroads. You die twice for ever bar that follows met alotta idiots but your head full of hollows Ur momma gave birth to tha wrong thing she feelin sorrow. This spit Is natural it ain't Barrowed. Lil pencil neck mothafucka try and battle me you got no fuckin common sense its easy to end ur life in just one sentence. I'll try not to go too hard cuz words from my rhyme book are TOO expensive. Cockroach face mothafucka I said momma gave birth to tha word wrong thing, if you never knew human Beens shouldn't have wings. Gin and juice up in this shit I raise roof from tha way I spit, rolling double six, your better off paying my child support BITCH. Ur gon lick tha balls like ur names slick rick. Dont come wit ur DOODO bar I'll eat that SHIT up like a picnic Aiming dangerous projectiles and shit don't let tha gawd pull up in tha cars and shit when I start to click. this is just random whether ur a dude or chick, I make you look insure like a bitch wearing pink, Ur just tha promo am tha SHOW Spitin flames they gotta WOW.