Wuddup Preme, it seems to me that I'm alittle to extreme
All I waiting for is too hear that scream,thats the hole theme
Your lost record is being decreased like your low esteem
My flow runs through you like a fuckin blood stream
I'm guranteeing that you're well being is in danger when im done
Nowhere to run, my lines rip through you like a automatic gun
And this shit don't mean shit because I'm having fun son
Dawg, theres no way you can beat me so what are you drinkin
Its venom, did you just accept the battle without even thinkin?
My rhymes will leave insane, sinking , your eyes won't be blinkin
There goes any hope that you had thinkin that you winnin


Let's get some votes