watch ya mouth

[cracka]

you fuckin faget ima let you have it,

wit the static a-u-t-o matic,

you aint gone know what to do,

when me and my boys come threw,

i dont even know DUDE he just know you spit garbage,

n my shit be the hardest,

so dont get ya ass kicked wrapped up in some plastic,

zipped up and shipped out like aint shit drastic,

you fuckin wit a master of lyrical skills,

i count kills whip wheels n do drug deals,

i also pop pills snatch grills n rip reals,

so come fuck wit me if you know how to ride,

your little paragraphs aint doin shit but suicide,

so come continplate real damage to ya facton,

i hope yo bitch ass ready for some action,

ya bitchass friend already quit,

he realized yall aint shit and can drool not spit,

so go be a follower and stop tryin to lead,

ill beat you till you bleed for fuckin wit as-in-cool,

n the blood the you bleed ill make sure it forms-a-pool,

cause really your a bitch who tried to switch names,

my tec spits flames makin tunnels in yall brains!