This kid needs help, i told him his vocab need "raisin"
so he got fruity, wrote a verse, and then threw grapes in
yo ass get layed out, wit gats you sprayed out
like every house party punch, ya shit's kid n' played out
golden shellz's a punk coward, know that he aint beatin me
he like the simpsons, yellow bellied and erased easily...
ya style's as dusted as the front lines in IRAQ
like warren sapp, you'll be retired wit two nines to ya back
besides the fact that you 'dumb', you cant speak clearly
battles in text but got tha nerve to holla "nobody's hearin me"
but feel renewal, you could shine wit a pound of a jewel....
but rappin wit LIL JOHN wouldn't issue you the sound of approval
(YEAAAAAH!)
im livin tha truth, hittin you goofs, my sound heavy like thunder
assemble ya troops? but like you suspended from math class.... you already "out-numbered"



man, im sure all tha punches on his name is played...wahteva... vote