Remember kids... Record mean shit... Peep the Chiefs...
I got a mean streak and soon you will to... in ya briefs...
You aint shit... never was... let me make shit clear...
This kids fucking garbage.. like his dad did to bring him here...
Punk you aint dope... we all know.... so quit frontin.....
Ya verses always rexembe ya custom text... they're there but sayin nothin
Underestimate the new kid... But shit this aint close....
I hope you have metafore's since you'll never see five votes....
Kids lonely... and know naming ya hand to say ya score with a girl...
And if Illness has arrived... Lets hope its terminal...