I take what you say in a freestyle battle seriously I'm going to look for you and beat you down furiously Watch your mouth because its gonna get pimp slapped And once I get my bat your skull is gonna get cracked Your a dead man and stupid to diss me Understand me when I say I'm a O.G I'm more then hired muscle I'm a hustla I got my boys out there wating for word to bust ya They pack tec nines and heavy artillery You fucked with me you are fuckin with a gangsta millitary You will end up shot and by tommorow Your whole "family" can cry like bitches as they carry your casket to a cemetary Bastard Thats what you will get for testin meh
Reason for writing:
I got a email account i put on here, but I don't want any email, i will just simply block you if i can't stand you! the inspiration for this poem was the thought of me being a rapper who couldnt handle being dissed in a battle. LOL
Birth sign: Aries
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