Check'It

No'need for "hard-hit's, How about some "truthful-help"
Just look at your fuckin record "it-embarasses-itz-self/

My line's are "sick" Leaving you ILL, Making
your bitch ass "run" Like chocolate-laxative-pills/

So'sick'LeaVin you Bleed'-after "I'd'Bash'You",
Givin u gane-green-Color, Worse than the"Liberty-Statue"/

Fuck Murder'I'll Kill you "Verbally", Ask your
mom Ur dad's unknown after "many-paternity's"/

These Punches Scold-gold-teeth,
Like Boxer's beatin Leprichan's under-gold-steets/

I'm On a "bold" "Streak" I'm straight So's my fame-bro
Unlike-you,your carreer,and"sexuality's",Arched'like-a-rainbow/

My"hits" fuck your facial-structure'I meant'it,
Short blast's Of MY-semen, itz sad when Ur weaker'then'penis/

Don't make me Release "Ill-Punches" To "take-over",
Then bust out My "flow's", and make the rank's-shouldered/

Bringin In the "force", To bust on your soft-lip's,
Throw you in prison, as a "caged-bitch"/

bring the heat trick











*(His Text Record: 7-11)
*Ranks shouldered*,Army's are on chest