i dont need no lyrical s**t
and stop actin like u got it
let me give u a little tip
dont even try to rap like that.
like u got the same raps as me comin right out.
im the the realist the real thug killa so u better watch out.
so why dont u take a look at my villa.
could u get this s**t.
its okay dude dont needa throw a fit.
u aint fresh like me.
u cant rap like that.
i wrap them bitches in the mesh.
throw them off ma buildin just like ur faggy texans hat.
whats a matta bro did i break yo back.
too bad now ima stuff u in a sack.
wonderin y i didnt call da dr.?
sorry i was busy.
thunderin ur wife's hot a**.
but when she said it was done i had to sock her.
stab her to death with ma bowie knife.
o sorry man did i cause u a little anger and strife?
well why dont u worry more about ur wife.
look at what happened to her life.
hey i never said u could cry.
u make me angry.
now it is time for u to die!
bow but now i must sigh.
why did u have to anger me?
why did u have to cry?
r u really that weak or were u just high?
who cares u aint no thug.
it was ur time to die.
thats what u get for messin with the best.
come on dude do u already need a rest?
get up now.
ur are extremely pathetic.
what i must ask is how.
thats what u deserve for messin the real thugs.
the guys who dont serve.
well you tried u had your tugs.
but in the end u are on the floor.
dont expect any hugs.