hold up hold up this guy dont have a name well 'mr. untitled' get ready to taste the pain-
the beat starts your heart clots you choke,your such a fkkin joke i dont even know where to start on tearin your ass apart with my rhymes-line after line of the same shit,the main shit u cant tame this. Part one is here and two is comin if i see your ass u better gettin runnin like the gangsta you claim to be who faild to see what the fuck hes what hes got comin-
this rhyme could be endless but im runnin outta time just enough space for one last line-nigga i want your diss right under this rhyme...peace