Ham-bone is served !!

Saffire eyes, and my barnett as dark as the night/
my guns bulge with body art cos my wife-beater is tight.
As I get spat out, then swallowed up by the shadows/
my rhymes are slime like methedone rotting away at your marrow!
As he sits behind his wheel with his window rolled down/
I approach for a toast baring a cold frown.
I slid the lid from my flask as I approached/
when he noticed who I was he looked as white as a ghost!!
No time for him to turn his tires, I splashed him with my fire/
his face went up in smoke like a burger on a fryer!
I gripped, and flipped him out of his whip, like a rag-doll getting ripped/
deep fried his face, merk him, serve his boat-race with some chips...