All Yall

Want knock props/ get your head beat with instrumentals, baseball bats, and the back of gocks/ Saying wrong is right/ ain't enough for these hip hop wind pipes/

I'll scratch you without a toolet in sight/ Ain't now hip hop nigga/ that I want battle fight/ Fuck it let's battle tonight/ Let's battle before Cassidy and Dizeaster/ Or at the burial of Ol'dirty Baster/ Cause I hit the hardest and my punches faster/

We can take the United Center/ spring, summer, fall, or winter/ I hate you style you thought I liked/ Let's get it in/ I'll knock off your fucked up style/ Like you was battling DMX and Gin, Two against one/ Me against all odds/ too a ten crack commandment instrumental/ What a coincidental visit to a supose to mic fiend, true lyricist, slash rapper/ I had to cap ya'll/ instead of dap ya. Slick talk 's get's you a fat jaw/ instead of a fat knot/But you got a fat knot just not in your pockets/ Shoot off faster than a rocket/Cause the ammo ain't gotta be from Houston/ to start boosting, looting, and shooting/

These are the ten die commandments.

First shut the fuck/two I'm shot you - your next move/ three fuck you, you squad and the police/ Four you shouldn't never said that weak shit in the first place/Five you shoudn't have never bothered me/ Six ain't no time to say sorry/ Seven no time for confusing and repenting/ Eight your brain in your head just went/ Nine your now no longer alive/

Ten God me forgive for kill this bitch, I hope you souls right wit God, cause your now rapped as the devil dummy/ Eternal fire, who's hotter then hell, is now where your soul dwell, I don't care where you now rest at, cause it ain't in peace, And I won the case/ the crops said the killing was from a sexual disease.

Die faster than a bullet hole niggas, You girl ass bitches, One rap just kill many niggas off repenting.