im on top of the haters like feet on the grave
elevated to the top during critical days
sketch vicious coming back aint nothing to say
but to mind ya own biz steady doing yo thang
lopsided brain i got
got hit in the head suppose to die and rot
but im up still living all my rhymes are hot
like a c-4 homie ill blow ya block
know you ought not to bring any drama or that bs
making haters softer than a bottle of finesse
here we go again don't wanna battle any friends
wanna mix a lot of style like a fruit juice and a gin
wanna get along wit yall don't think this nigga soft
cuz i gotta quick temper yo this nigga might go off
need 2 zolofts getting calm again
got love never hatred thats a antonym

cant lose it now
gotta stay on the move
gotta stay high
higher than the roof
so many times i spell it wrong
it dont even matter im feeling so gone
im feeling like im badder
rather than be good
im in a positive mood
this spreading of a flu
one more chance
to be advance
get your money
handle your plans
come out the house
feeling like mouse on a trap
when you dont listen
but you try to start the dissin
money to stay on stacks
how can we run the tracks
full loaded on the packs
treasure locked up in the shacks
ready for the shark attack
nothing but a water splash
just the lighting start to flash
more burning like the hash
no more turning back
hit it one more time
feel the pain in your mind
shake yourself back into rewind

ya'l need to stop this rhymin game
or at least make sure that you are rhymin sane
cus your flow is straight retarded
you'r talkin out your ass, and your verse stinks like you farted
don't get me started, cus you know that il finish it
put at target out there and i'l diminish it
and it ain't nothing
i ain't frontin'
if you wanna holla then homie say something
i'm fuckin with yall bull shittin on i meem
like the nigga behind you flashing high beams
i stay faded so you know i get high dreams
your the bench player sittin on my team
now i should end this rhyme cus it's about time
that i eclipse this flow to black out my shine
so in a scale of 1 - 9 that was a dime
and like a coke fiend youl never see the finish line

i see u got urself a gun well i got 3 of em
so much heat nigga dat i heat ovens
we hot who eva thought we wasnt
had to be dem lil niggas dat be mean muggin
i got cash u'll neva see me muggin
or mean muggin i dont need nuthin
me n my niggas come through like 3 hundred
but this aint sparta
i kiss da daughter
sound like sumthin from da mister carter
but its not cuz i dont steal
dont bother hittin me cuz im gone heal
im big dog nigga i dont heel
i do it fa my city fa my town fa my ville
n fuck fake niggas fa real

Got yourself a gun. bet u wont see me with those hands though.whoop yo ass until your fluids cant flow no mo.brain dead is what u gone be after u get yo ass beat.betta not run out of breath cause im knock out whats left.test me and you'll find out what happens to person that runs their mouth!

watch your back
you leave this b**** with no arms attached
with a bullet in ya brain starting to catch flash backs
the begining of end, of this- sick young prodigy
people aplaud the name cuz ain't nobody drop as hard as me

JB gonna put sum fire of dis shit
repp'n sac's FAB...fuck a bitch
u a succa..hoe you'z a wimp
got a get away whip
got a full rounded clip
fuck gillie.. i kicked philly... back to da kid
hardest MC back on his return
niggaz cry'n now...they soul burn
real niggaz stand firm
kuzz respect is ony earned
spiky, hard, and tough..lyk a cowboys spurns
kuzz u rappers foamin at the mouth
n me dnt want the rabies so we quarantined his house
n we pikin at his at his crumbs lyk da roaches n da mouse
showin deez grown niggaz wt the new thug life about

okayy... im goin easyyy

i slain em as i came, i spray thangz
the only thang u hear in the place is BANG BANG
da prophets still got the profit, its no thang
yall niggaz finna get eaten like cho mein (haha)
fuck terror squad, we should be terror gang
im groomed in gucci, my girl dipped in vera wang
money money money, money is everythang
renaissance: he conquered, he saw, and then he came
i do shit in my own way, im gettin paid
i aint neva losin no weight, ur jenny craig
money like an elephant, stacks come in the tons
u aint a gangsta, u dont snap nothin but thumbs
so lean wit it, rock wit it, mean lyrics, hot lyrics
clean lyrics, i got lyrics that stops physics
my shit is impossible to top
imma send u to a hospital to rot... haha

dis nigga above me still spittin da same shit
loc just mad cause his bitch still up on da prophet's dick
an you you on point well ima file you down see ya space ship
i got big gunz dat will blow you down an ya whole crew is
pussy my team put a condom on da gunz fuck you an ya crew in dey pussy
an if ya like crack boy i whip it up n da kitchen call me chef boy r d an if
you got 64's ima take it of ur slab an slap ya girlffiend on hur phat ass

cause ima thug ima G
got erry nigga n da prophet's wid me
an we some dawg's we blood hound's
an if we see u n da street's it's goin down

nigga i aint sick ta my stomech ill hit you n da jaw
you gone fall an ill kick you n da stomech cause bitch
ima beast an you aint fuckin wid me im da mayn fuckin reason
y ya bitch ass aint out n da streets

call me a g by the time i'm done
homie i hope u got urself a gun
cause my rhymes make u suicidal
religous rapper but chec my file yo
i worked for my respect call dis tybo
joined with God started radin the bible
but we all arnt perfect and u made ur mistake
me compared to u. it will never relate
call u Sean Kingston my rhymes make u wanna die
call u Jim Jones cause u bout to fly hi
I'm like Youngbuck ur shorty wanna hope in my ride
U're like Lil Wayne except after i'm done rhymin makesu wanna die
i'm like an oven come in and u'll fry
u can try, but u might not make it out alive
my dog Dax can handle this son
just like when i handle my words 16 bars hit u , u done
i make homies kill dey self hope u got ur self a gun

hahahah just bored but i had a few punch lines in there