No dr and no crew.... Easy wins come far N few.... But I'll take advantage ....N let my lyrical skills.... Split this Herb's vertabrate in 2 //
Everyone loves quick cash...... But your pockets are losing wheight....Like Fat bitches drinking slim fast.... Cythis my rymez a str8 rock your bitch ass.... the "Oral Homocide Department" a put your bars and verse under a sheet... and carry it away in a brand new body bag//
This guy can't fuck with East Miles.....He needs to tone down.... like telephones dails... this guy must be higher than "Styles"....Because him beating me is like....pigs flying over the clouds//
Yeah you 1 N 0.... But my metaphors.... cut your gut like "Robert Deniro" <----(Godfather)....I'll burn copies...of my lyrics over n over.... 100% effort?.... Try Zero... Trace you down through your IP..... Like The Federal Breau....
He's Hot?....Think not..... I knock, rock,and blow this guy outta his socks....only thing left is a pair of lyrically flamed pair of Reeboks//
