aight yo,

Here we Go again,

Verse Like what? This Kid Spits like His Severly Mental
Imm'a a Beat You Son, 120 Bpm like an Instrumental
I've already out Did your Verse with my second Line
Sending Fears up your Back, worse then the Guys a Call-imbine!
Re-aranging yah Mind, With Everyline, Worse then Interior-Design
Never Bit a Thread In my Life, This Guy Got More Fillers Then Punch-Lines
I would say, Juging yah Lasts battle, You need a Life Redsign
On Behalf Of RB, Imma Put my Middle Finger in the Air
Close this Browser, and Continue Playing Solitaire!!!


PEace.... Sonned...