i jot down the kinda lines.. that will leave you sitting ther pissed,
have you read it over again.. and wanna send me a kiss,
but dont trip dawg.. this aint no fukin faggot,
proffessional assasin, the price doubles for a 'day-hit',
getch'ya cake up.. before you think you can eva battle me,
i hear the word on the streets.. in grade school, you were the 'Tattle-T'
ive been told i was annoying.. HYPED but boring,
so i went to that bitchez house.. and televised her snoring,
came back the next day.. and left a note on her door,
saying 'her dad smokes crack and buys whores.. why do you think this bitch is broke and poor?'
she came back to my house that night and wanted to fight,
so i beat the bitch down witta metal pipe and strangled her wit the string of my next door neighbours kite,
found out that bictch was your sister,
so i went back kidnapped her and fist'her,
didnt know she was pregnant so her water popped like a blister,
had to perform the pregnancy myself.. doctor skilss were lackin,
'breathe bitch breathe' took one look at her baby and stuck that it back in,
but without her knowing.. the lil one was strapped,
the evil prevails.. smiled, laughed.. then clapped,
so in the end.. its better for you not to reply,
i believe in long-term torture.. it'l be awhile before you die..