Competition Entry by Deleioun aka S.Dot (Guest)
Submit Date: August 18, 2007
I deliver verbal punchline.
That puzzle niggaz up.
My gun sparks like fireworks.
forget jewlery and cash ill run in ya crib and take ya entire work.
You try to stop me ya chest gonna settle.
Cuz when u hear the echo.
My pistol gonna deliver a deposit.
I had to execute him and take his life.
Like a solar eclips how he lost his light.
Now everyday i stare in a mirrow and look at my reflection.
Knowing i gotta go to court to work out all my confession.
I've learned my lessons, now im in juvenile detention.
Now i hate guns, who had to manufacture this invention.