You're new to RB but you allready played....wit yo lame ass name
Pack yo bags fag....Im about to send you into a world of pain
Im known to batter teams.....and shatter any skilled MCs
Brendan loves 2 sleep all day....cause he only wins battles in his dreams
So what makes you think you can wreck....the lyrical god himself
Ima be platinum ....while yo LP gathers spider-webs on the shelf
Everything about you tells me...that you cant spit or test-me
This fool burns my photos on his stove....just to say he roasted an ill MC
I been spitting phat rhymes and ripping whack guys from the begining
You should post yo photo up....then people could maybe picture u winning
You dont belong on RB... an outcast like a pimple faced nerdy teen
Brendan couldnt be on fire..... if he got lit while drenched in gasoline
Ima have you forever bleedin....like neimophiliacs when they get cut
Fuck bustin ill rhymes and metas....this nigga probly cant bust a nut
So a reminder,I got these skilles locked...and Im throwin away-the-key
Im Lyrical-Jezus the God of ill lyrics.....so u know Brendan prays-to-me

good luck pal ~1~