check one check two dizzles coming for u
check three check four better lock ur door
check five check six..... fuck it

yo yo yo yo

*just remember..... people never live up to there name*

*beat drops*

wow, u coulda check'd in, u have bout an hour and a half
he doesn't recycle verses, just brings up ideas from the past
hes pretending hes a poet, by buying himsef a quill
contendership matches
..............to pricy for u blood, so u dont fit the bill
my beats make u bob r head, even when its still
why lie to the consumers? ur nether complex or ill
but u still attempt to be witty,it doens't quite work
took a stab a victory..... but has an empty fork


um maybe hell no-show

but incase he didn't i worte a real verse