so you wanna battle me,

so you wanna battle me,bring it on and lets see how far you go,come on over here boy,and lets stand toe to toe,and lets look each other in the eyes,and lets see which one of us will be the first too blink first,cause i can see the cold hearted fear in your soul as the sweat on your face,start falling. on the floor right infront of you,you start saying too yourself,what the fuck that i have got myself into,cause it's about too go down,welcome too my house boy,where your worstest nightmares,visions come true,when you pickup that microphone,and try to spit somethen out,but it feel just like the blackcat,got your tongue,i can tell from that stupid look on your face,as your stomach start turning and turning,as you feel like that you about to throwup,you looking all around you,with that scare look in your eyes,looking like a mouse caught in a mousetrap, with your back against the wall,stuck in a corner,feeling just like a fly in a fly trap,as you try too take a deep breath,but it feels just like nothen is coming out,well welcome to my horror shop,call me mr.jackel and mr.hide,coming blood thirsty on all you bitchass mc's,who think that you want some of me,but as you can see,like i said before,that i and stepup my game,Chicago's six,came to smoke all my enemies and op's alike,so you haters best not get in my way,or you going to feel my raft,and believe me when i say this your body want last long when you start to pickup that mic,death by no competition,death by no competition...Chicago's six said that,