wut u thinkin son, really i dont know wut to say//
dont u know that once u checked in, u thrown this one away//
Must i waste lines on you? i Seen better lines from rock band Blink 182//
You've already lost on ya debut i Coulda beat you with lines from a retards crew//
Ive caused this whore stress and depression//
making him lay his best shit hence the clenched expression//
Ill flip the scripts and cripple this bitch wit acidic spits that corrode your name//
Your road to fame has been blocked by my attacks//
punching so hard your p.c screen explodes in pain//
my raps like old spice, high endurance//
bitch u beatin me? is a very unlikely occurance//

PEACE