aight ayo
yo he claim of the top he spit,but we all know its his best prewrittin shit//ima crazy doo when it come to murkin scripts//plottin blanks with my spit in the hollow tip//ima morphical rhyme that changes when east miles chimes//gives me a sence that he aint write none his lines//ima mental mind hypnotized crime its my killa instinct tellin me the win is mine//o-4 to 10-10 this aint a battle on whos weak and who best//this is a battle on whos better theres the door have a rest//as i unload my semiouta spit into ya membrain through ya chest//better walk around like 50 and rep that vest(bullet prrof)//im known to make straight emcees go insest only u would say its the best//
leave him to steady rest im da judge//im slangin yayo miles east to feed his big mommas needs bitch has kankles that look like her knees//shes has a clit that looks like her bellyyy!!!//come get served by this deadly beast cuz im a deadly fiend//i come clear when im speakin if u sew than u must reep//

i think i went over but ohh well lets just say we had infinite lines ya but anywayz im out yall could be uppin them votes now~one~