now i kno you been waitin for this..sacred ya shyt..
strike venom on this cat viscious savor ya spits..
i kno its pretty old they told you ain't mold into a pro..
and my punch's K.O. ya style swollen ya flow..
and if they ever ever askin who you rappin like...
i'll turn to pro "shawty lo' please pass the mic"..
you slow movin on the track you can't match my hype..
if you was darkness ya shade wouldn't catch my light..
inside soft as ya skin..why you actin so hard..
a match & i spark..my minds like a cactus i'm sharp..
ratchets will carve ya tombstone..casket its far..
underground is where you lay trashed w/ the larves..
practice ya art..ya chopped like cabbage i'm starved..
you known for hidin in the trenches this is war retreat..
and yes of course i made the matches i'm reward my treat..
cause wit you i knew i'd eat & this is more than beef..
no one listens to what you say we jus ignore ya speech..
foul shyt out ya mouth think you talkin out ya ass..
thought you ran thru the best x you was walkin thru the trash..
lovin cats on ya penis always thought you was a fag..
always wanted some dickryders hoppin on ya ass..
everyone put paper on you..shame on them dudes..
& this is like court precejure can't wait for the truth..
case closed brandon last post sayin you lose..
i like to be that underdog waitin bitin the mailman..
unbalanced bout fall its like you walk w/ a frail stand..
you fell off like them towers or like that bridge in minnesosta..
thats why you like that game of jingle i'm askin how will it hold up..
hold up..i'll definately show you'll definately fold ya..
approach ya then i'll smoke ya..you the blunt that i rolled up..
now i'm smokin this herb..herb seeds to the end..
you a joke..you a nerd words bleed thru my pen..
