Ill flex wits when im testin mcs droppin em out the game..
next to get hit.even if uwas a liter u still cudnt spark a flame..
your art aint insane its just wak my styles hotter kid..
u aint no fire starte 7-0 but u cant rhyme wut gives..
the gloading begins cuz i cant seem to unravel ya plan..
undefeated u must have a voting ring cuz i can understand..
ya skillz cant hold up to mine my spits are sucidal..
ya punches fallen short like midget ski divers..
my flow remains we can spit subliminal or we can throw names..
but ya game aint growin like sum defecting rogaine..
have ya head disconected cuz this battles getting hectic.
ill leave ya shirt stained in bluh like the L margin of ya record.
my stragery is savagery as my metaphors metamorph.
demloshing this newb.we no hes a lite weight cuz he looks like a dwark(member pictures)
so i advise u to go back to the drawing boards an re group..
cuz youll be asking for a rematch after u feel how it is to loose.