Your style is wack, u can't fuck "wit-me", your ryhmes stay fucked up, so I'ma call u "whit-ney"/
The fact you think you ill, I find profound, cuz ya rhymes are basic, on jeoperdy u still couldn't buy a noun/
My rhymes hit fast so don't blink, cuz u got A.I.D.S, which stands for "A"merican "I"diot "D"oes "S"tink/
U pick words from the dictionary den jus blindly babble, U ain't spitten u jus playin' a weak game of "scrabble"/
My rhymes cut deep, leave a scar from ya mouth to ya eye, you get stitches down the side now I call u "levi"/
Stop postin' pics, u need gastric bypass like "randy",(from american idol)an ya eyes are disproportinate to ya body like "brandy"/
try proactive solution, cuz ya skin is burnt like some "dried haze", ya face looks like an ass turned "side ways"/
Showin' your face in public is ATL's number killer, cuz you look like one of the mummies from "thriller"/
Ya rhymes is older than da pictures on dollar bills, an you look like you are kin to "tyrone hill"(da ugliest playa in NBA)
You not a disasterpiece you's a real beast, to keep from scaring people, u need to wrap yaself up like you from da middle east/
Its too bad cuz you think your talented an cute, but da truth is if you ever drop the whole world is gon put you on mute/
I'm bout dat cash, I rack in so much they call me cash-rover, people gon' shun u like a sin, an avoid ya music like food on "pass-over"


Its all good shawtie, no hard feelings right^^^^^^^^^