he aint got no more ryhmes so he has to quit

[cracka]

yea im indangered cause no one is like me,

so bitch bite me,

you say you hardcore but ill get gangsta,

watch me shank'ya,

lyricaly you cant touch me standin next to me,

mothafuckas DIE,

my spit will turn yo ass into history,

aint shit to me,

learn your books quick befor i play teacher,

snipa ya ass out,

while im drinkin sittin in the bleacher,

two at the juggular,

juggling bullets like a juggler juggling,

you got dreams,

now you fuckin wit me so you aint touchin'em,

nor fuckin'em,

CHUBZ aint shit barrels in his face pluckin him,

you did this,

i tried to stay calm threw all yo bullshit,

fuck a rhythm,

ill spit like a algorithm 1 to kill a mothafucka quicka get him from the inner let him know you comin gonna eat him for dinner 2 he wont have shit say or have shit to do say ima put the gun to you and let'cha blood run from you 3 ill kill you cold like a concusion in a conflict keep stompin when he knocked gettin free licks shoot you wit your friends and a few chicks cause yall straight dicks!

so shots i lick,

you say you mature,

but you just runnin outta rhymes,

look at your nature,

you aint straight gangster and you fuckin wit a monster,

dog i aint playin,

since befor fourteen i had the plug on the light green,

year or two passed,

i was robbin bitches nightly i had seperate nike's,

to do my dirt in,

so if the cops got prints i never had my foot in,

the window just creep slow,

i did this shit daily and i never got cought bro,

one time i was confronted tho,

i dealt wit it there,

he now doesn remeber shit and is in a wheelchair,

so your fuckin wit ya self when you fuckin wit me,

i spit fire and shit crack you a peasent to me n,

ill shoot your face to the floor if you feel you beeta than me!

[DudeAsInCool]

he aint got no more ryhmes so he has to quit