wipe the smile off your face, it ain't a good time
it ain't a carnival,
hope you hungry,
you about to swallow half of my arsenal/
i will slaughter you, put you on the track,
don't make me father you,
don't beg for pardon,
if you get outta line,
this fist gon' be a part of you/
hang you in my apartment,
feet dangling from the ceiling fan,
i got the plan to turn your whole family....
into my garden tool/
i feel like i have to life guard you,
you can't even swim in the kiddie pool,
i'm the big shark mothafukka,
i roll solo, i don't need a school/
you just a fuckin guppy, a minnow,
you in the middle,
of my crosslines, infrared vision highly technical heat find,
automatic weapon, i'm lettin loose a projection
of 7 milimeter
little heaters to your midsection/
and i'm gone with the quickness,
no witnesses with no recollection,
a perp. died a much deserved death
with out even disturbing the crickets/
or owl's in the background,
the gatt sound,
so profound,
and now LKD is deceased after the showdown/
there you go, i said my lil freestyle. it ain't no beef, this is the internet. i kinda feel like belly does i guess.