gunn

Opposin me is like battlin your destiny u never gon win
your lines handicapped cause lyrically I amputated your limb
I got more swagger cause I got tha peak cock
Bigger balls than this she-cock he bout to shit up soak up his get up
A massacre is on tha cards u drew tha Death horseman
This b*tch bleedin cause I’m rippin it time to call tha hearse-man
Wit virus cuts on your lips u still aint spittin sick
I’m illin like disease in progress wreckin on tha mic wit a diggin pick
Bring all u got plus your medicine man
Got two body bags in tha backyard an ambulance van
wit a belt around your neck u still aint matchin my tightness
his head about to snap off his shoulders cause he checkin my flyness
tryin to write off a forklift won’t lift your game
u lack tha bite like fetuses, wearin plastic dentures just aint tha same
I keep gunnin cause your mental aimin is pot shots
plus this b*tch attracted to defeat like foot rot.