2nd Verse of Respect

[X'ed Up]

'Cause I don't go around with pistols blasting anyone,
Suddenly I'm not allowed to be caught grasping any gun,
When faggots be strapped while sipping nasty heine-kun,
But it's okay cause the words out my mouth mainly stun,
My vocal chords all contain poision that attack hearts,
Angry manaical rage that barks, call them rap darts,
Mothafucka, I might be rapping and be light-skinned,
But my raps won't be so this fucking fight's winned,
I'm not making up a new word it's called originality,
Maybe next time I'll say you were mauled by a kitty,
Then again all you pussies are soft enough for that,
Walking around streets holding either a glock or gat,
Looking like decorations cause you never shoot it,
After the Lord created you he must've felt stupid,
And although my rep is as fictional as twenty-twelve, (2012)
Absolute total fakeness is found plenty in yourself,

[dR3]

It was good, but I know you can do better. It seems like you don't try hard enough.

[X'ed Up]

It was good, but I know you can do better. It seems like you don't try hard enough.

I did this at 1 AM so i guess I'll redo this later