who the fuck is this trying to hate on my shit like he's "2 ligit"?if he is so real this motha fucka would have a deal, but he's just like me fight'in for his next meal.he don't want me to lyrically peal..his wig back just so he could see that he is bark'in up the wrong tree. don't he know that he's just a flea on my nutz and lyrically i'd say he's a putz. but if he wants to give up his job russel'in cattle we can go ahead an battle or fuck it we can take it to war and ya'll can watch me fuck him like a whore..Wait...let me go to the store for a jimmy cause i got no idea what kinda lyrical disease he's gona gimme.