Why you frontin like you uppin shit.. Can tell you from the suburbs, lil boii quit Someone tell this bitch he'll get clipped.. For claimin shit that he never did... writin ryhmes he never lived tho.. he gon bleed his heart out through a hole like a confessional.. and I aint with that, ima say i got weapons shit...you know what it is.. Im with that, i cant tell you as good as I can show you shit...hoe.blammm.. Im the night air shoot through ya whole camp.. You the type prolly got ya Ho clamped.. And she the type prolly got a fuckin tramp stamp... Said he movin weight, i doubt that.. Unless his ass gettin shot at... watch him haul ass quicker than sound.. and... someone tell em put that wack flow back where he found that.. Have you lookin down the barrel, hammer crack his egg if he doubt that im bout that... I was writin ryhmes like you..when I first started... I was thirteen and garbage... Just a bunch a regurgitated bullshit..and nonsense..stupid shit.. Prolly like who is this???.. But killas mlve in silence.. Wont see the shot til it hits... Til it splits you wide open.. See ya life slide in slow motion.. Cased closed, soul got a promotion Dissolvin you in solvant... And you already know where his soul went Aint no one in ya crew gon fold shit.. Except ya hand when it over with How I maneuver, over madulas.. You as sweet as shot from Cupid.. .i dare you to answer back.. All thats gon do is get you.. And whoever standin next you clapped. and thats facts.. and this is just a jab hopin you counter react cause id kinda like to whip ya ass..for the fuck of it... and tell ya whole crew to suck a Dick..