Deadly Gauge
This little piece right here is for these bitches who are hating on my style....

biatch

I dont take comments from rookies wit mics/
Indulge in ya disgrace,while collapsing wind pipes/
Scrapin'-wit-knifes, these cats lack the mul-ti/
now-ya'll-die, faint sounds of my crew's war-cry/
My lyrics come in packs, hittin hard like bats/
swarmin' like nats, and thats not all/
Mutha fucka wanna die?(no) then Better get against the wall/
Agianst the wall! aiyo, too bad im loaded/
Too bad you had to run ya mouth, but now you silent cuz i explod-ed/
Stop and reload-it, eat 5 shots like you was pac/
But you wont be lucky, cuz i make ya heart stop/
Till the cops dart, and then im peacin'/
So next time think twice before you start beefin'/

he thinks he's got a crew

lol