ya sounds done and its only round one..how botu a round son..
clappin for this kid till he wont make it outta round one..u gotcha round one son
15 on mixtapes u gon be wack in ya forties
u so unda par i thought remi made this a golf tourney
lyrics to divine il rip through divines whole spine
an blind his rhymes..till divines eyes are his spine
ya styles ass sound kinna like u spittin out ya rectum
i guess ur judgement day had u end up with omega
betcha u wont make it pass round one...fukin dandy
cous this kid gettin bigheaded kinna like jon candy
its fund baby..this jive turkeys to gravy
yes i do hate u no i guess theres no need for ya avy
try to get at RC ..but ya audios couldnt pop off
i got ill..funs sick and bona well hes jus got a lil cough
rollin on expensive rims..bona gets slammed like car doors
broken and dancin wen i breakdances without carboard
in conclusion u noe fundas to abusive
since i still gotcha diss laying around on dmusic
