Aight kid spit as much as u want bout anything

Imma spit first

by tha end of this verse you gon be known as mince meet
expose you to dis site, and varify ur rhymes are weak
not tryna cause beef
just simply rappin for tha streets
tha one place on earth u probably never ever been
you still fantasize
i'll make tha past act on you
like 1942 and tha NAZI's did tha jews
battlin me,
you put urself in mental tendancies
wit no way to escape cozi got tha only remedy
staten island thugs get paper
and sell drugs
you want sum affection ask ur mama for a hug
i'll keep you screamin
wheather you awake or dreamin
affect your mind state collaborate while u feenin
for more words from me althou u hate it, but u need it
coz when tha votin starts we gon see who da meanest