wat ever rules and anyone wanna battle

ill take this

as i walk into this room i sense the presence of a fagg im sick of
called jack rippa, u aint jack shit cuzz, u a blank picture
speakin of blank pictures, i i burned down your flag bitch what
at your funeral we gonn play violins of violence
in the tempo and tone of police sirens hahaha
i only got violent solutions if ya startin some shit
have u missin in a picture on a carton of milk
i get a feelin that ur soft, u a quilt made of silk
quit or get ripped, jack hammer ya hoe clit, numerous times
in a humerous rhyme, u dont got a clue to what time
it is, or was. lemme light this spliff up
with this alcoholic mixture