Prem's left cluthing at a broken future, & searching for inspirations attack.
Having said that, ya like a injecting farmer lookin for a needle inna haystack.

Wack

Ya inferior Prem, ya texting attributes are jus worthless.
& I kno P forsaw the L, so if my fate is merking you, jus watch me serve my purpose.

Wack

Don't try and fight it Prem, don't make ya demise delayed.
Cuz ya doom will be delivered...
Like you ordered the game from ebay!*


No too basic

I'll uppercut ya chin & knock out ya tooth.
Cuz I be callin the shots..
Like the sniper outta "Phone Booth"!..**

Npo punch