FR33STL3 (BATTL3 CHALL3NG3)

I'ma tell ya'll cat's one time,
Ya can't fool wit mine,
I pack that iron,
I come strong wit the nine,
the game is mine,
I'll come thru and blow ya mind,
For real, I shine,
Nigga I'm so cold, that I freeze tha mic,
Don't compare me to you cause we aint alike,
You wanna fight,
Roll thru so I can turn off ya lights,
A blow to ya dome, have u seeing double vision like u drunk,
Didnt think it'd come to that to show u I aint a punk,
I'm on ya block,
wit a glock,
and I'll knock,
Ya socks,
Off, and I aint talkin bout ya feet,
I'm talkin bout a .45, yeah nigga tha heat,
Yeah it's clear, I demand respect,
Disrespect?
I'll make u tongue-kiss tha tech,
I'll snap ya neck,
Leave ya brains on ya pool deck,
I'll roll thru ya hood, and make ya ears rattle,
This to anyone, you wanna piece, step up n' battle,