ayo..checkit...check it...

There’s no flame in your name... my spits already turn your punches to mist.../
I take no offense to your diss, like a venom less snake all you do is hiss.../
Terror your rhymes are too long and boring, forfeiting woulda save some time.../
It's like your verse was written on your belt..the way you're waisting rhymes.../ (get it? WAIST)
Do the fucking math, Terror ain't ill...he's just a fuckin' liar.../
He the type to have hot sex with himself daily by lighting his cum on fire../
You Pussy, Reaching Your Period, You At The End Of The Line.../
Every Verse You Drop Is A Cry For Help Like You Venting Your Mind.../
Ha terror, your lyrically challenged, no talent, more grammitical errors than ya IQ.../
Bitch, stop rhyming and stick to high pitch bitch shouting like DJ CLUE.../
I ripped out ya spine, maybe that's why I held back.../
Just cuz u sellin ya ass to fags, don't mean u've dealt crack.../
Ya Might As Well Vanish Like Clouds Do When Everybody On This Board Doubts You.../
Terror i'd Hit You With A Ton Of Personals...But Nobody On This Site Gives A Fuck About You.../


holla atcha boy!!!!!!!!!!

hurry up in drop