anybody wanna battle

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U wanna battle. I'll drop a verse.


~I'll spit the wig of this Siccness kid
~Grip the trig let off and twist his lid
~The glock is firin u iller then me stop ya lyin
~You outta line take ya name and snatch the dollar signs
~You on the siccness network I'll leave this niggaz set hurt
~The lead squirts I pack so much heat I'll leave ya head burnt
~~Ya ass is bluffin this is lyrical mass destuction
~I blast and bust bullets spinnin ya ass is sufferin
~Have you breathe carbon dioxide actin hard on the outside
~Open ya mouth wide fill it with cyanide and Peroxide
~It's about survival buddy caps bustin my rifles bloody
~Claimin siccness yet you in bible study
~Cock the hammer I can spot a bammer
~The glocks won't stammer so you best to watch yo manners
~You don't wont gunplay if you got locked up on Sunday
~By Monday ya mom would be cryin sayin her son's gay
~I'll kill you with one line alone
~Ya mind get's blown I'd go home don't pick up a microphone
~You probably need a whole crew I fight alone
~I hide the chrome ya bitch wanna ride my bone
~I'm clutchin the heat I don't fuck with the weak
~I'll ride with ya head under my seat you'll get touched if you speak
~You one of them fools that think doin dirt is snitchin and lyin
~Now you under the dirt mother holdin ya picture and cryin
~I'm the nigga that'll stand in ya yard and i'll piss
~My bullets so deadly it'll leave you scarred if I missed
~I say once a hoe always a hoe
~Your bitch'll grab on my dick all day and blow
~So i'm finished with hoes you can't diminish my flows
~You died another fake emcee on the mic exposed