This will be the rhyme to end the rest
Time to put yo skills to the test
I've been laying this shit down, line after line
But I've yet to let my real skills shine
I'll give u ur props, some of you can rhyme
But u still wish ur shit was half as good as mine
The last thing u want is me up on u with my nine
U take one look at me and stare into my eyes
and it takes u about 4 seconds to realize I'm high
Yet u still stand there, wonderin why
U come up on me, talkin shit u damn liar
Ur on my nerves, quickly I grow tired
All this cause u hate one u once admired
My patience is lost, so I open up fire
The last sound u hear is my AK spit
The sharp pain u feel means u got hit
Fall on the ground, throwing a fit
Thats what u get for tryin ur strength against my wit