me:
silly nigga my emotions are guns/ so you can get sparyed by my feelings
and mood swings are a killer/ with no aim i hit your grams down to your children
with no bitchin i threw down on four generations/ and i beat'em all off like i was doing masturbation
myself:
i see this nigga as pussy/ so watch me eat
and his beef is dead meat/ so its about to get beat
like bodies in caskets its about to go down/ i'll have this nigga scared running like chris brown
his lyrics are poor/ so they fiending for quarters
i said my lyrics are like bullets/ they'll have you wet without water
me:
this battle's like a war/you aint gone win without pain
when its over/ i garuntee yo bloods gonna drip like it rains
myself:
nigga im military/ so i brush yo dirt off like my boots
you my feet imma tree/ so watch me bury my roots
