HIS TEXT DISS TO ME
yo ill battle you
here ill start
ready yo
your rhyme is weak every time you spit for an a&r he goes to sleep
ill battle you till ur rhyme books empty
tempt me
as aposed to u my rhymes is hot u couldnt touch them wit fire proof gloves
yo the illest thing you ever said was you sick
ill shave your face but it aint wit no bic
suck my dick
dont f*** wit the king of sound click
