Shabaz - Battle

I'ma make you the next fucking #Stephen/#Hawkin'

you know break ya leg so u can't make a decent/#walkin'

next Stephen/Hawking without a brain

look who's tryna #talkin' what a shame

can't hear a shit of what you're tryna #barkin'

maybe next Mohamed Bin Laden(Ladein)

I'm spinning this on Shady's instrumental recordin'

think I'ma hit ya incompetent head gentle to a wall/an' drain you, ya know I'm hunting(hanting)

enough about Hawkin' an' Laden, but this is my territory I'm markin'

I'ma let you know my story ma pain ma life it's just dark an'

sad I'ma tell you about my poor dad who fell on the floor an'

i thought he died man I really cried man

I prayed to the lord no lie I tried an'

blew some air in his lungs an'

I threw up I puked man I was in panic an'

called 911 so tragic graphic to witness he had a stroke an'

I thought he'd never woke up but he did, I was just a kid

eleven years old, so many tears, it made me cold

well I think I sold my soul to satan cuz i can't stop hatin'

Shabaz I know you've probably taken

a few smashes an shit homie but I hope you're not up shaken

an' makin' some mistake cuz I'm still gonna drown you awake in the lake an'

send you on a vacation to heaven now you see how fucking sick i can be