6 verses, aight chek it...........



I see the stress in this cats rhymes, wrinkled lines needs rest
your punches are like shadowboxin, still waiting for it to connect
no biting, you aint gettin JACKBUDDY from me,
(this cat pm me and said) you aint gettin my BUDDY JACk from me
from an eagles eye I see your empire statue like standing still,
you on the top floor, so now you need to guard your grill
vacade the premises, the true nemises is here,
premeditated murder, from an unpredicted assasin atmosphere
your skills standard, i picture you lookin like a fat nerd
with your hat turned, to the side, this cats the white fat Albert..........