Untitled Song

I out to demolish any contender in this title bout

let see what all the ruckus is about ,

wtf is your purpose fuck you crying about

you talk dat talk but don't walk that walk

my goons leave your remains out lined in chalk

from the hawk dat spark fear in your heart

you fucking rappers aint ready for this massacre

rip you bastards backwards all disaster

emcees plastered in plastic from my rap tactics

and drastic reactions to and rapid pistol actions

no lacking in my factions my niggas know whats bracking

you soft flaccid whack kids need that ass kicked

tragic how graphic in traffic I can get with this Acura

smashing for the cash stashed for the cause pistol in my draws make niggas pause

my back against the wall down for the cause of broken limbs and gauze