YOU FRIDAY NIGHT ADDICT RAISE MY PIMP HAND BACKHAND YOU CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT RAISE MY GUN N BLAST YOUR SHIT ALL OVER THE MOTEL LIGHT A CIGARETTE WHO THE FUCK YOU TRYING TO COME RUIN MY SET SLAUGHTERED YOU LIKE THE PLANS SAID IM A VET I'M TAKING EVERYONE YOUR FAMILY'S NEXT
FUCK ALL YA'LL GET USE TO IT CHUCK STOMPING WALKING NEVER FOUND SLIPPING WITH OUT MY GLOCK, MOTOROLA THEY MY MURDER WEAPONS ALLEGATIONS COME FROM ALL OF THIS 25 TO LIFE YOU PUSHING DAISEYS I STILL EXIST NOT SCARED OF THIS TATTED RAGE ON MY BACK IN OLD ENGLISH GANSTA FOR LIFE N BOSSIN BITCHES....

"nigga please"!

put a fork in ya rhymes, this faggot's "dead meat" -
avoiding an ass whooping , is the only time you "running the streets" -
you's a phony, steppin with mismatch shoes, you have "no set to claim" -
fuck a glock, I'll use a sling-shot on this lame -
after reading your rhyme it just don't seem right -
since when do"hardcore killa gangstas" hang on the net on friday nights -
seems like you've been watching to many movies -
you ain't a gansta, you a "wanksta", go back to jerkin to boobies -

interesting...very interesting...

how so???

interesting....very interesting.....