face up bitches

i murder dis ink soon as i touch the page u aint goin have no other choice but ta rush the stage and charge the mic and i hope u got the heart to fight coz u goin have to coz u aint got the smarts to write somethin that good to try ta come back at me wit what chu goin do try ta out rap me wit da happy shit u mother fuckers crack me up talkin bout chu gonna smack me up yall wont even back me up throw up ya paws you pussies cant even scratch me hard its like fucking cash the claw tryna jack me off u think im afraid what chu tryna throw some fear in me u think im dumb enough to role wit no security * chick chick* im doin my best ta try ta show maturity but dont sit dere and stare at me like hoes and snare at me like its spose to be scarin me doesnt take much for me ta raise such a stake up when mother fuckers hate cha gut u aint even gotta say much for me ta put a pen to a blank sheet of papers like smearin blood stains wit a paintbrush i cant explain what it iz my brain does but however it works its insane its plain nuts and it aint just my brain dats dangerous its a whole combination of things that takes nuts and im not afraid ta raise the stakes up i got a million bucks in da bank and eight trucks but anybody who gets on a track and spanks us im patiently waitin fa da day im anxious ta see the look on ya fake mugs when u thuds go bankrupt ya drunk you aint tough whatever u drank musta just turned u into some gangsters this is me talkin mother fucker dis aint drugs u wanna bob shit wake up den make up fuck dat it's to late chump now face up