you should of used the elemants to put me to sleep,
but you released you storm, an i only felt the breeze.
it like like 'planks of wood', you leavin me that 'board',
shouldnt of accepted, easy route..................
.............but you decided to take the 'long winding road',
beat ya 'text' black an white, your loss even look official,
whitelighting bein shitted on, like ass wiped tissues.
in this battles he's fucked, can only count on his hands,
i'm giving him abuse, like full-angry football stands,
impregnate him with a loss, leave him stretch merkings*
losing his name, is like the SS final, hes left hurting
i knock white, leave him shaking like nervous knees,
i cant take him serious......
....after i heard he wanted his crew to drop a text CD**,


*he lost in the SS final, read his interview

*in his crew called D.O.I, he wanted all the members to collab, on a 'text CD'

*girls get stretch marks when they prgenant,


edit for typo

good luck