ayo yo yo

let-start-this- i *belive-he-the-next-to-get-slaughtered*//and as far as u being a celebrity me spillin ya blood on ya rug only way u gonna *see-a-red-carpet*// hold on and grab a CLUTCH HOmo u a *shifty-qiuerre-off-n-On*//he a virgin only time he ever came close to POP bitches is his poster of *Britney-spears-his-ya-WAll//i'm *SAyin-this-Serious*//come'n at me u A FUNNY FAGOT like *Gay-comedians*//and u aint got *hot-rythmes-chump* he talkin shit on the computer just show to everyone he a *Online-thug*//nigga *sit-up-in-listen* ur rythmes couldnt be Hot if u grabed a LIghter and *LIT-up-ya-writtens*//loco slaughta *splatter-ya-mass-crazy* just to let yall know he more PUssy then *cats-have'n-Babies*//couldnt spit-sick if u *EArled-in-a-room*//in this battle i'm a leave this KID DISFIGURED like i his bitch was pregnant and i kicked his *GIRL-in-dA-wounD*//u murdering-who my puches thrown DARK and SHARP like africans wit Harpoonz//no EXCERCIse but my blaid stay wit a SHAPE that *Drag-ya-stomach-as-fast-as-lungen-daggers-put-in-the-bullseye-wit-the-red-n-black-*pattern-n-numbers*//and if ever on stage this nigga u'll choke like his bitch when she *gagin-the-come-wit-kids*//.......................................