Freestyle..
See I am instrumental
Hit you in ya head,
And boy you go mental
Go work on your appearance,
You arent representable
Slap you in your face
Man, your a disgrace
Leavin the murder scene
Without a fuckin trace
Im runnin these girls like a track field
I am the law, and I am tellin you to yield
Before you come to me,
Check if your wounds are completely healed..
Your so broke,
You robbin the liquor store
Everytime I bust yo baby
She screams for more
Best believe
When I say you will bleed
Internally
Make you beg for mercy
Kill you and put you in a hearse, see
I am not your average type of guy
I am the type who will like to see you die
Under the ground, but not in the sky
You wanna kill me?
Lets see you try