rite its lettin me post now...
jus sumert quik to merk u then im out....


i hate guys like you..postin sayin all my battles are weak..
then u go drop shit like that^..dnt know where u get tha cheek!..
this guy green with envy..n you callin me the herb?..
i rip ya shit, wit lyrically intoxicating swarms of verbs..
why u fukin with me?..u stepped on a live mine..
bitch u must be high..way u spittin cracked lines..
dawg u couldnt jump to my level..if you woz shaq...
u kill u quicker..than a smokers heart attack...
now u gonna remember who dismembered this fake thug
only chance u gotta winnin is dickridin brotha-hood...


bye bye wack-artist
uppin