u a poor nigga with nuttin to bet
mutha fucka cant even get his own pussy wet

My hands da parent/ Da pen is ya man//
meaning most of da shit i say would get you fucked/
Understand//

If you really Frost, Ya lyrics ain't ice cause I flame-torch ya scripts.
Dekhan of what?, Nothing cause ya operations leak more than my piss.

You think your shits hot it's not you soft,
Like a fluffy pillow nigga that's your rhymein rest stop

....Silence from tha crowd as this lyricist spits a weak punch.
I'll slay this lamb with these two hits, KOed him, Coughin up his lunch.

crush you throat and throw ya faggot ass in the moat thats da only time you will ever get eaten/
you should just leave rb and quit goes your gonna keep getin beaten//

you crazy to talk man, im a end ya//
cause ya flows get stuffed like ear muffs in the winter//

You right you're still 'Young' cause ya flows ain't hard.
Your brain 'Cel' is one of tha many things thats large.

shadow y don't u go the the hell u came from/
doesn' get it, drinking to much com.

i killed you by stranglin you wit dis chokehold/
left your body to rot and bones decay into mould.

your spellin is the only thing rotten here//
your text falls on deaf ears if it was audio we still wouldn't hear

you can't match with me cause i tie tounges like knots in shoe laces/
your rhymes wouldn't be as tight as mine even if i ~*A D D E D M O R E S P A C E S *~

stop postin nigga quit it u garbage get it through ya head
look at where he's from, he use grand tools, yeah "Enuff Ced"

This Fool Is Talking Shit But Cant Win A Battle,
You Need To Stop Getting Dick From Ya Saddle..

yo you couldnt spit "sick" if you had a mouth full of herpies/
you need to work at 7/11 cuz tha oly way you makin money is makin slurpies/