since your crying i decided to do it up real quick


keeeeeeeeeeezy fo sheeeeeeeeezy peep the punches


Dear ILLest, Fuck You:

bitch ya flow sucks its wack.. plus you had no punches hit
son ya verse is like a fly's daily diet.. its just a 'bunch of shit'
i sunk ya ship, imprint ya forhead so u get a feel for the ring
he's from Queens..
& doin more then giving respect, when he 'kneels' for the King
running his mouth here & there.. but now im smokin this herb
ima print his posts
and shove it down his throat.. so he can choke on his words
bitch ya fake.. everything to come off ya lips is straight hate
and his wordplay he forces the fuck out of.. like it was date rape
he displays little in the game.. basic and worse than atari bytes
ILLest im not much for apologies.. but ya verse is a sorry sight
ya not in my league so fuck full strength.. im thinkin maybe half
& they say he aint funny.. but that verse sure made me laugh
son shouldnt be rhymin on beat, tryin ta act like a foolish thug
shit this kid was so bad even the mic was ready to pull the plug
he drools for love.. its so sad how im bout to bash his brains out
and prove im above him - hoverin over his ass like a rain cloud
you gotta be kiddin me.. spittin that wack shit thinkin ya hot
but truth is ya 'missing the picture' like you blinked in the shot
you really think ya sick, what a newb.. now thats what gets me
cuz honestly ya rhymes do nothin.. but hold trash like hefty
look how im rapin him.. & you thought you would take the win?
ha! your ass is full of shit.. like the briefs you been shakin in