crituqe my flow
 

when suddenly ur dad of the same name
comes back to claim the same thang
your lame and gay
he told me in a strip club in beijeng
cuz i travel the werld in my private plane
ur in sane to think you can hang
when you caint maintain
when i lyrikally assasinate you mane
now stay on ur knees and pray
that r not slain by my 12 gauge buckshot spray
put into an early grave, your nuthin but an audio slave
trapped in a werld of pain
but its the same game
that i dominate everyday in every way
cuz ill splatter ur brains
with an ace of spades
so put on ur shades
cuz im brighter than 100 milky ways


just seein how long i can go, please critiuqe me

uppin

uppin

aight, thats fucked up

man motha fucker u needa learn how to spit ... ya sound lik a lil bitch ....

that r not slain by my 12 gauge buckshot spray
put into an early grave, your nuthin but an audio slave

those two lines were sweet man......im all for your rhyme man

fuck smokedapot

mad uppins

thanx stat nice to know theres someone who appreciates good style when they see it, and smoke the pot fuck you you wanna see me? ill set it up right now dog, right there in the front lines, check in