I Still Wanna Die But ITs Your Time To Cry

Its Just How Shit Is... You fuck around, Your gon get ur head shuck in the fuckin ground, Then I'll make sure that none Of Ur "homeBoys" make a sound.

Dude ur wack, I'm new on block, and i can beat ur head in with a rock. So don't start with ur shit..or im gon leave some body parts in a little kit... on ur doorstep. Cuz im Ready... are you set? cuz I'M Bout to blow, you fuckin hoe.

So Don't make me Ryhme Like this no more Or You Gon be pretty dam sore and ill keep givin so much more.

I'm Thinkin about combinein these rhymes to actully get into the Times And put up some sings for these producers of mine....and then maybe even start to have dinners with some fine ass wine.

Cuz The stuff u spit aint nothin but shit Your best to leave it and Quit Jooba Booba, You fuckin fat, like a tuba, Dude your A Rat ill leave you splattred on your matt, Rappin little girls like a bitch. Your a fuckin decras, To the Human Race Anyone in a crew would Beat You With a Mace.I'm settin The pase, In This rap race.

So you better Write Your Wrongs, Instead of Hittin The Bong and writtin Those wack ass songs.You Got a Biggins Against You So Fucker You can win, No matter what you do.Straight thug in my blood,so Dont try and compare With Your Mic And You shitty ass stare.

Ur rappin is so fucked, I can leave you floatin like a dead duck, cuz you suck,You cant even run You fat like a truck.Your The only kind that should be put in a cell and get You head rung out like a bell Get out this game, cuz you sound all the same.

Dont Even deserve The name as a rapper...