Checking in.


Might as well spit straight off im not sure of US timezones but yeah spit when you see this.


Aiiiii (ali g) lets drop this shit.


Im ready to run this shit through you/
I aint fly Im a spider/
Murk and terrorise you faggots like Al-Qaeda/
Now your sitting there, pissing your underwear/
But I aint finished with ya dont despair/
What you wear? Red blue?
Dont matter cause im gonna make these lyrics rip through you/
Youll have to find a new crew/
What happened to you/
What happened to ya crew ILL/
You were never rill (real) you just got off your pill/
Imma eat you up boy, like it was my last meal/
But now its time for me to reveal my lyrical skill/

Im like a reverin, smacking down you and your brethren/
My words are like a boomerang scripture, come back around and hit cha/
Now your stressin, hiding from my crew like we carryin smith n wessen's/
Thats my cause to teach you punks a lesson/
If I dont attack ya, consider it a blessin/

Right now you sitting there, stunned by shock/
You tryna think of comebacks, I'll just continue to mock/
Its like pearl harbour, im the Japanese and your my dock/


Reply ASAP, lets finish this shit.

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