by stealth » Sep 28th, '05, 02:54
ill kill you, and spill your blood coz i dont feel you/
my hyper reaction to your lack of skill in you and your label station/
this-means-war going harcore, taken on all the boys, we aint toys/
dont start shit you cant finnish, directing my aim at you/
physical harrasemnt no, my rhymes will do/
cuting you inside like you have been infested by them/
dissing anyone to get a name for youself, including myself and ememinem/
i better think twice before you talk/
poor old g killa could be outlined in chalk/
broes before hoes, and mates before dates/
bitches belong out the back, washing cutlery and plates/
so we know where we can find g killa yall/
1-800-ima-bitch everyone, give him a call/
you crossed the line when you praised me then stabed my back/
your personality, your rhymes, your skills, they all lack/
im waiting for round 2, whos going to come back/