Bitch run, it's split 1, I  run up on'em bussin fukkin 2 gunz like like ninja what. U talk tough, on paper but listen face 2 face u faker than fiction , fuk around catch mo than a paper cut. U deleat posts,I deleat heart beats, coast 2 coast highly recognized in tha streets.peace

i cut ya ass like you´re a bit of bread,

and hunt ya ass like i´m a sick redneck,

i spit bars that you can´t get,

cuz i blow minds in pieces and your head goes splat!,

you´re not human you´re just some other species,

and you get your vitamins out of rotten feces,

(TY EVERYONE FOR BRING'N THE LYRICS AND MAKE'N THIS FUN.. BTW GOOD LYRICS ALL OF YOU) 

Like krunk said get out the game, or we take the gas and u get doused in flames/

Then u see sean law with the with a long saw, about to pounce ya frame//

Split one open, does what his name suggests, and its str8 ta chests/

the god'll take ya breath, And when Cabrakan busta rhyme,... 1 hit'll break ya neck//