Me loosin is somethen like seenin a black president/
Like saying bin laden is heaven-sent/
It never gona happen as long as I keep spittin/
This is freestyle so why u dropin shit that is half prewrittin/
My punches be shells and they ant the ones with yoke/
They the ones that come from da nigga peeps fear most, spider loc/
Im a real nigga unlike u fake ass nigga that be synthetic/
Hurt u so bad u need some over the counter anesthetic/
Pussy ass bitches u soft/
The only time u gangsta is when u on microsoft/
Talkin on spiders name is the wrong button to be pushin/
Fuck pins, im putting blades in ur pincushin/
Try beefin with me at ur own expense/
Blow half ur head of like the boy in The Six Sense/
Im the nigga thata put u in a whole body sling/
my punchlines comin out da screen lik da girl in the ring/
loc eat beef like it was mcdonalds cheeseburgas/
and watch out cause the boi also murdas/
like an ak-47 ur mouth like to jam/
I devoir niggas like in silence of the lamb/
But really yea pussy food and I don’t mean cat chow/
Read my rhymes and even have ur ass sayin waow/
im 20 but the way u spit looks like im seening 21/
it only took acouple bars but bitches already started to run/