aiight ill see wat i can do fo yah

poet has verses speak shit sloppier then diahera
i dont speak shit u flush it and poet is flowing liek a river
ill kill yah scripts and fill yah dips but the rapist killed yah fetus
tilted yah features is dead now u gonna be a lone penis
with stone creases cause yah battle life u been hidin secrets
like yah crew they full of aborted faggots
only a few i respect but i sonned them with sorted maggets
the this battle is yours to win u still to sinn
ill fill yah finns and staple yah dreams and enable yah seams
cause yah clique evolves my revolution or get Disabled or delete


something quik sorry im on writers block fo real getting some rustyness outta me sorry for the weak verse bruh