Lookin for Ill agents for Explict Lyricists
 

aight..lookin for Ill Agents
..jst go give me 10- 15 lines u must be ill or u aint in

pm me wen u spit

from my battle wit treel

im a metal detector dont let the tech touch yer//im pervertied i get xcited when the metal touch yer//fix up b4 i get dark like wisley then ima snipes ya//tryin to find a crew ima light cuz get mad then ima fight cuz lace him wit hollow tips// run the shot by his lips open casket thats sumting that cant be fixed//treel ure reel is near its end and ure tapes jumpin put sumting in ure bitch then im pumpin//so dnt fuck up and get wit the running//cos losing ure legs aint kool from me marksmenship gunning

na dawg..sorry...u gotta fix it up alil better dawg..and next time set up the spit betta for me to read