Long time no write.  This is a verse using my new nickname...Pistol Pete.  Tell what u think.

I did it again with spirit to spit it again/
See Pistol within' a whip with infinite men/
I'm in it to win. Come get it, I spit from within'/
See, my lyrical gem is considered a spiritual sin/
I spark up and blaze in the park in the dark with the haze/
I stalk with the gauge. You'll get chalked when I spark at your face/
A horror is faced, body gets lost like you walked in a maze/
Cause you're a mark like a pen just walk on the page/
You're in obituaries, see Pete is a visionary/
Dipset, Bird Gang with a BSB subsiderary/
Some say I'm bitter, scary. Bitches really got the nerve/
They see me on the block I serve with rocks and a block of herb/
Now I've just been coppin' verbs to finally cop what I deserve/
A bitch that loves the cocky slurp, drop the color of papa smurf/
Without a drop of words, bartenders will let me cop sizzurp/
Plus my neck jewels are different colors like a box of Nerds/
On the block I'm a ranger...learned how to watch for the danger/
It's keys that are major...money and B's that I favor/
It's weed, different flavors. Sells. No quartz to savior/
Cause I can push weight just like the old Schwarzenegger/
Ten fast, win fast. For weight, I hit the gym class/
With weed bags so fat, they said they need some slim fast/
Two figure niggaz ask for shorts, but I ain't a complainer/
Cause I'm a pitcher...I ain't talkin' sports or Kool-aid containers/

I was about to rip this fucker, but why even bother/
Can't call him a bastard no more when he calls me his father/
I bet you thought you was the man while poppin' your collar/
Too bad we collabed and the whole world thought I was hotter/
You just a posin' one, plus your head's swolen dun/
I hope it shrunk in three minutes and change.  I'm the Chosen/
Your rhymes, please, that's why I'mma make it today/
That they can't Follow their dreams, cause I'mma Take It Away/
My words breeze through ears like a night breeze
Now when they touch a mic, verses might freeze/
What the fuck happened?...s'posed to elevate...get thirsts more/
It seems the rap elevator went back down to the first floor/
For real.  You thinking you dropping the best raps/
Give it a rest black, don't even waist your time on your next track/
Stop posting raps...don't ya'll niggaz get it, you're fuckin' whack/
Sorta like anamonopia when you get hit by bats/ {Whack}
And Poncho's a head honcho? That's debated untrue/
Cause ain't no reponse to what my nigga Wigga stated to you/
Ain't he ain't on Overflow's dick. Wigga stated the truth/
Overflow spits so nasty that he could rot out a tooth/
And you see me spittin' nasty and crazy, kinda retarded too/
But KEIS, ya'll droppin' trasy, call you the garbage crew/
We all spit sewerage, water to sit you on your asses/
Ya'll should be through with it. You flow just like winter molasses/
All KEIS raps suck, so when you post it's like you piped us/
That's why that nigga Select dropped KEIS and became Cypha/
Whoever is the next to drop KEIS, we'll probably like ya/
Sike brah, I'll drop a cut and tell the improved Cypha to knife ya/
Verses from P.R. are all about to fuck your life up/
And force ya'll newbies to drop the pens and put the mic up/
You're nights up. I'mma write up til ya'll get this lesson/
And the only rappin' you faggots do is to Christmas presents/

I don't understand why a nigga gotta body and jump me/
But I'll still slap the tech to his face to leave him lumpy/
I'm never inconspicuous, so when cops try to bump me/
I'm still out white tee laced with the color of Gumby/
Don't play. If you front on me, I'll dump on thee/
And run up in your house gunz blastin' while your fams havin' company/
It's just gonna be the pump and me. I'm startin' commotion/
And leavin' with weed the same color as the Jersey Shore ocean/
You just jealous of the weed that I'm smokin'. Trees that I'm holdin'/
So just imagine my sells boost while I'm breakin' up boulders/
While I'm kicked back on the island, sippin' margaritas/
I'm still fresh New Era cap and some Air Force sneakers/
This is just my funny business...what I do in my spare time/
When it comes down to money business...It's wear and tear time/
Stay loadin' clip in the Eagle in the back of the chevy/
And stay with long guns in case the fuckin' beef gets heavy/

This is something to describe me.

x\\ spell your name backwards: OCIRNOD
x\\ have you ever had a song written about you: YES
x\\ what song makes you cry: I'M GOIN CRAZY: K-CI & JOJO (SAVE THE LAST DANCE SOUNDTRACK)
x\\ what song makes you happy: S.A.N.T.A.N.A.: JUELZ SANTANA
x\\ what's your all time favorite song?: STOP N GO: CAM'RON AND J.R. WRITER
x\\ what do you listen to before you go to sleep: DIPLOMATS: DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY
x\\ height: 5'10"
x\\ hair color: BLACK
x\\ piercings: 2
x\\ tattoos: 2

right now . . .
x\\ what color pants are you wearing: LIGHT BAGGY BLUE JEANS
x\\ what song are you listening to: WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO BE A GANGSTA TOO?: HELL RELL
x\\ what taste is in your mouth?: MIX OF REMY MARTIN, E&J AND WEED SMOKE
x\\ whats the weather like?: GOD'S SHEDDING HIS TEARS
x\\ how are you?: FEELIN GANGSTA
x\\ get motion sickness?: NAH
x\\ have a bad habit?: ROLLIN' UP TREES
x\\ get along with your parents?: HELL, NO
x\\ boyfriend/girlfriend: LOOKIN'
x\\ have a current crush: SEXY G-LADY...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
x\\ have a big regret: TELLIN A FRIEND THE TRUTH ABOUT HER MAN

favorite . .
x\\ tv show:
x\\ conditioner: S-CURL
x\\ book: STREET DREAMS BY K'WAN
x\\ non alchohol drink: CHERRY KOOL-AID
x\\ alchohol drink: HENNESSY, E&J REMY MARTIN. WH
x\\ things to do on the weekend: GET SAUCY AND PIFFED THE FUCK UP. CHILL

have you ever . . .
x\\ broken the law: ALL THE TIME
x\\ ran away from home: THAT AND GOT KICKED OUT
x\\ snuck out of the house: HELL YEAH
x\\ ever gone skinny dipping: ONCE...BUT I GOTTA DO IT WITH A FEMALE WITH ME
x\\ made a prank phone call: WHO HASN'T
x\\ tipped over a portapotty: MORE LIKE DROPKICKED IT OVER
x\\ use your parents credit card: I GET MY OWN PAPER
x\\ skipped school before: ONCE A WEEK, CLASS: EVERYDAY
x\\ fell asleep in the shower/bath: HELL NO
x\\ been in a school play: ONCE
x\\ had a boyfriend/girlfriend: WHAT I LOOK LIKE
x\\ had children: I GOT THREE CHILDREN...THEY STAY BETWEEN MY LEGS.
x\\ been in love: FA SHO
x\\ had a hard time getting over someone: FA SHO...ALL THE TIME
x\\ been hurt?: EVERYDAY
x\\ gone out with someone you only knew for 3 days: ONCE...LASTED TILL THE NEXT WEEK.

random . . .
x\\ have a job: CONSTRUCTION & ENTREPENEUR
x\\ your cd player has what in it right now: LIL WAYNE: THA CARTER
x\\ if you were a crayon, what color would you be? RED OR BLACK
x\\ what makes you happy?: A FEMALE WHO GIVES ME LOVIN' (NO EVEN SEXUAL)
x\\ the next cd you're going to buy: MY OWN. I GOTTA PAY FOR STUDIO TIME

when/what was the last . . .
x\\ time you got a real letter: YESTERDAY
x\\ got an email: 12 WEEKS AGO...I HAVE NO FRIENDS
x\\ thing you purchased: 3 DIME BAGS AND 1 DUTCH (AND I FIT IT ALL IN THERE)
x\\ tv program you watched: MTV JAMZ
x\\ movie you saw in the theaters: FAT ALBERT
x\\ kissed: ON NECK...2 WEEKS AGO. ON LIPS...CAN'T REMEMBER...IT'S BEEN THAT LONG.
x\\ hugged: YESTERDAY
x\\ song heard: PUSH IT: CAM'RON, JIM JONES, JUELZ SANTANA, AND LIL WAYNE
x\\ place you were [besides home]: EVERY HOOD IN NYC
x\\ phone call: DIEDRE
x\\ you were depressed: DISAPPOINTED CAUSE I WAS ACCUSED OF LYIN'
x\\ you were in the hospital: SURGURY ON A HERNIA 2 YEARS AGO.

when/what comes to mind when you hear . . .
x\\ car: PEEL OUT
x\\ murder: TRIGGAZ
x\\ cape: COD
x\\ penis: GOT 10 INCHES
x\\ cell: PHONE
x\\ shoe: AIR FORCES
x\\ fun: CRUNK
x\\ crush: LOVE
x\\ music: MY LIFE
x\\ chalk: LINE