fuc u 3

I told you not to provoke em u and woke the sleeping giant now i got good motive murder me some poets scavage on flesh vultures scalp yo head back and carv your skull like ice sculpture scared to battle scatter like roaches whenever i approach ya let ya body decompose no post-mortem my flow go i got the momentum going im flowing let the rhythm move you my rhymes therapeutic it sooth u im tryin drop jewels on u don't be foolish what you need to do - is Let me -write -your rhymes for you don't bite the hand that feed u i you cause I'll take my hand back and back hand the u acrcoss the face get a bruise black and blue i verbally abused dudes most certainly the victory goes to me