finally he shows..he tuk 2 days 2 write............,
still he cums wit weaker punches than me..bitch learn how to fight/
i think of harder punches when im dreaming ova nite!/
its frightenin doggydogg...thats such an ill name..../
but not as sick as 69..ya mam luv it..she always game/
clearly ur chanses of winning...are simply none.../
so this`ll b a quik post...to merk ya then im gone/
coz ur rhymes cudnt get with me if u woz on cloud nine/
i like tha smell of tuna,(pussy)..u only interesed in tha brine/(cum)
ur weak ass punches...swing wit no-aims/
rap like u infested.... wit aids in ya veins/
im like tha british army..2 elite for ur ass/
all u can do is spit friendly fire in my path/
so go out n buy a pen..cum back n try again/
till then u can add 2 my loses..once a-fukin-gen!!!