Six 12's and tha G's.

We gonn' hit em wid the left...hit em wid the right..is' a fight is' a fight! haha the old memories of the italian stallion cruisin ard the ring heaving his right hand down onto his opponents would send anyone into frenzy. the eye gashes, the tooth extraction, the unfancied ballerina twirls and hitting the canvas after a knockout. wat have i got maself into? the lure of blood and gore of sucha sport has managed to grab ma craving for violence and stardom. the rise to fame is a long winding road split at a fork-road. but ive set ma mind for success. kill em all and let God sort it out. well can i fight ma way to freedom? well fuck tht dumb shit ive got six 12's muffuckas and a round of nines ready to do battle wid. what it is what it is! i aint knowin where ma road's leadin to. mr.magic's playin and i aint got ma cards right. am i in love you ask? and then u ask wat hiphop means. they say the onli ups and downs of marriage shd be in the bedroom, but kids these days are frolicking all ova tha fuckin place! trends set new horizons, and i fail to see watz beyond the borders. divorce, prolly. i intend to write a book, on how i see life as. many names wd be mentioned, many acts, not forgotten. can i knock maself out? test ma mettle muffuckas ill knock ya fuckin teeth out.