I dongotta know what you write to winthis fight, all i gotta know is i got the lyrical sight,ur a lil kid thats afraid to get hit..thats probobly why wen u spit you spit shyt. ill show you the way to be a little less gay...but u betta keep your mouthshut dont spraywhat you say...now you cansit bak relax take a load off as i split you with my axe.just know that facts...ur a pussy without pussy nd you like cocks inyour mouth...if i ever meet your fagget asss youll be booted north to south..i bring it straight from pentuket as i put your body in a bucket..wen im through with you the last words ull says fukit.so dont even try you cango home and cry...while i fuk ur mom so hard she flies.to the sky...its not even worth it..ill give you paperand a pen..as a matter of factmake that 4 and ten...cuz four plus tenhas to equall fourteen...nd 14 feet under the grounds the last place youll be seen.