yo yo im back
on the attack
with some new tools to brake rules
one of them is rap
fuck everyboy
how yall like that
your all lucky you can catch a glimpse of me
doing everything behind the scenes
smoking so mch weed
it gets hard to breath
it feels like im an asmatic
i wanna put a stop to the dramatics
i keep picking up the pistols and semi automatics
im pullin glocks on your blocks
or fucken sniperrifles
killin the pigs like they were nothin but a trifle
yeah i geuss im a little suicidle
but im going after that title
once i get it
its gonna be the last thing i'll ever defend
yo i spit for a while but this is
the
end

(*cough*)

Ahem. This isn't Bus A Rhyme (where you've ALREADY posted this), and you didn't make a challenge. So either offer up a battle or don't post rhymes in tha lounge, ok?

PZ>

YO PIECE WAZ OK BUT LIKE OB SAID YOU IN THE WRONG PLACE
FOR THAT

PEAZE