Aight fuck i'm tired of waitin..imma go ahead and spit..


Aight you wanted it........



You can tell by True*D's sig that he's nuttin but phony//
Even if you pinned tripple H, you still wouldn't be on top of tha game.......homie//

When I spit you spit, but ya rhymes are Ludacriss//
I hit tha jackpot, you still whinin ya new to thiss//
Dog ya need to hire a architecht cuz ya rhymes got no structure//
I'm livin tha life, you thinkin a Geo is lucture//
Bitch thinks he's ill, Shyt ya cured with a cold syrum//
This devil wreckon ya life like them dukes in Duram//
You at Rap battles supposed to be defining Illness//
it's only 30 seconds in round 1, down to tha mat, my punches are endless//


now true*dat.....

peace