Kid always be droppin with lowness, call his rhymes squat words//
Couldn't be droppin out with hot shit if ya cloned into HOT TURDZ//
Gotta just face to the facts that you comes with such weak spits//
Same as a bird flock Chaos always be coming with too much shit//
Be leaving u with blood spots over ya like a Jamican bandana kit//
Always getting split in two easily, could call ya self a banana split//
Six Vs. Who?! Dumb foo, just an obbssesive cum lining rookie//
Only time this geek drops rawness when he shits out some sushi//
Listen, the lines u write are more played than the airing of friends//
Again, ya lines more played out on than Madison Square Gardens//
I like to remain inconspicuous to the common closet Homosexual//
So i stay out this lil dicks sight, my lines remain inedible//(don't bite)
When it comes to Authority i remain on the Federal Level//
I spit heat like I was the devil, you embezzle lines, yet u think u deserve a medal//
This dude says he hates fruit cakes but packs gay porn in his suit case//
U lost, so jst go back and read "PLAYGIRL" under ur Roof K!!!//

hahaha..uppin the votes for a KO