When i spit its no joke...this heat will leave vc broke dry and cracked with no flow//
and if i must say your entire style is incomplete like winter wear with no coat//
I don't come close to losers, so I prefer you keep your distance//
you need assistance, better start praying and hope that Jesus listens//
Your so whack you ask dykes to sit on your lap//
and you write as good as a broken typewriter used by a guy on crack//
I dont give a fuck who votes, my words pierce through throats//
I'll let you type three verse's and still take you out in two quotes//
Facial hair? We all know thats something you wont be getting soon//
So fuck a close shave cause the only thing im trimming down is your squads platoon//

So, You think your rhymes is tight nigga Heck No, Loose It//
Your Sounds is Repetitive
Can somebody please rename this kid "Techno Music"//
Your whack, Dont show me what this Hoar can do//
Because I've seen uncle Festa blow up more than you//
You - Whack - Fuck..open ya eyes and read the signs//
This here is called Rap Search Please leave the site//
Your going home injured, Whether Men will job ya twice.//
Either by Smut Pedlars, Tame One, Cage, Or Copywrite!//
Im the iLLest with Victims, I Use a Stopwatch And Guns//
Get ta thinkin,while Danna screams at the top of his lungs/
Its your death, What ya wanna do? Choose To Run?//
Yea, it's true, I have no lost for my ryhmes//
cuz my rhymes come from my mind//
Unlike this guy that gets his rhymes from a site and plagerize//