when i gave you all that feedback..It's somthin that i had to do..
i only said you had potential..cuz, i felt bad for you..
aint feelin ya spits..thats real as it gets.
have you jumpin walls like illegal mexican kids..
its demented, ill grab the weapons, assault you NOW..
rappin like a child, then turn around like your acctually proud..wtf!..
need ya skull cracked..take ya dickriders back..
heard ya songs, must be an ass takin pride in that..
run to your boyfreind...hug up on his nut sack..
ta smell sounds of ya raps, stick ya nose up in his ass crack..
pack rat, dizzie rascal in your backpack..
want some real advice?..heres a list of shit you really lack..
infact, when tension rises..i bend the shit..
aint gonna hurt you physicly, but you got me tempted..
fudge pack so much..its crazy if you never noticed.
could use your asshole as a tunnel for some loccamotives..
keep it in reverse cuz backwards is where ya goin..
you aint bad to the bone..ya bones are badly broken..
NOT!, callin the shots..im jammin up ya fleet of cannons..
accepting the challenge you need your empty head examined.
21'st bar, 3 more to go..
may as well stop now, cuz i had you 30 seconds ago.
the greats would be disapointed like ''WTF Has happened?''..
paypall you 50 bucks if you give up on rappin..
9ine.
