Battle this bizznitches.. try to keep up.

[Grip72]

I’m glad you’re back 02si, back with some attitude
But we’re above you, check out our altitude
I’m pretty much a Saint son, and you’re nothing but a phony
Voted outta Paradise, like that stupid b*tch Toni.
I’ll slice ya up and kill you, something like Freddy Kreugar
Flick ya to the wall, ya ill tastin’ booger
Silver’s looking to the skies, hoping for an answer
I’ll get under your skin, the feeling’s like cancer
Y’all think your so crazy and getting rebellious
Your rhymes suck, no one’s getting jealous
You shake when you talk and you looking too nervous
I bring out your faults, up to the surface
So you’re looking stupid and everyone sees
That you’re just a homo, down on your knees
You got your lips all around your boy’s stuff
That’s gross dog, you ain’t never had muff!
The only tits you probably ever seen
Was your lil sister’s man, when she was thirteen!
You’re one sick mother fuker and its all your fault,
With your perverted antics and your abusive assault
You should be hauled off to the county jail,
No chance of parole, nothing, no bail!
Hey man, how does it feel to be beaten and raped?
Now you’re the victim on this damn videotape!
I hope you get sentenced with one hundred years
It’s YOUR a$$hole ripping as your crying tears.
I hope you get made into everyone’s b*tch,
New STD’s, with some that itch.
I’m sorry O2si, I know this is breakin your heart
But your boy squirts jizz, with every new fart.
But I’m done with this retarded little stunt
Time to kick back, roll up a blunt.
Get some naked hoes with them saggy boobies,
I got my 20bag, now I’m making doobies.
As I sit here, getting totally wasted
You feel sick from all that dick you tasted
So you see son, that’s the difference between you and I,
You like the brown cookie, well me, I’ll stick to the pie.
OUT