Gunna XL vs Mc Aines
 

aight i'll post in a min.

i'll kill u wit 1 verse, I start off wit a killer delevery//
And some rhymes that will be fuckin up your memory//
HE HATE ME, and i don't even rep carolina//
u can't smoke dro when u a wanna be rob riener fingering ur own vagina//
u get dismantled when hit wit a barrage of punches that u can't handle//
my pistol hittin this nigga walkin down da street, interupts his whistle//
i'm like a patriot destroying all ur missles b4 they even reach me//
u just a weak tree gettin smoked and cut down by XL//
i can tell u no competition when u need a perscription for ur wack rhyme addiction//
predictions show i'll rip u to pieces, my thesis is dat ur being killed by a lyrical genious//
ur head busted open when i throw u down a flight of cement steps, and u land lifeless next to a bed of cob webs//
my rhymes crawl up ur spine and leach on ur brain stem,like suicide bombers they'll blow ur mind//
u get hit up wit a punch that stops ur heart like a deadly case of the hick-ups//
u to out of breath to keep up wit me..............u a fat kid struggling on his second push up//
mouth full of ring-dings..............and this england nigga don't listen to nothing but bruce springstien//
u can't even concieve da fact that even wit those huge british teeth u still couldn't hurt me//
u da type of punk to cry when he gets pushed..............another london suck up, u da blair to my bush//

Mc Aines didn't agree to this... CLOSED.
-Axe