Bitch dont ever put my rhymes to the test
I'll rip through ya chest wit two nines and a vest//
Put ya ta rest after I put ya moms in bed
come get filled wit hott led//
It's the day you dread when this kid disrespects
every line you put ont this thread//
get it through ya head you ain't the best
only wrote this in ten minutes and your already verbally oppressed//
Would only expect less from a bitch from a portland set//
quickfast whiplash is what ya get when you fuck wit the west//
find yourself takin your last breathe as I put 4 in ya neck//
I'll stare you in your eyes as you die laughin like death//
Fuck you and your set demolish yall like the lakers do the pacers and nets//
you just opened the gate foe me ta end this wit your murderous death
best hit the deck cause your souls next//
