Ya'll is nothen!! Weak ma'fuckers... (Krem & ??Timaluned?? still can't pronounce it)....haha...I'm a say it like this....

First off..for "Tiny Tim"aluned...

Merazh is the name, the image you'd see//
In the desert before you pass out when I spit this heat//
I must admit your spit was weak, but thats ordinary everyday//
I dunno about slow-mo but I'm a murk ya ass and show krem the instant replay//
I Think it's a game??, nah, but you wasn't even apart of it//
Atleast now I know where wack emcees came from, cause you started it//
I got hotter hits, ya flows are false while mines is true//
Stupid Punk bitch, I wasn't dissen on ya crew I was rippen on you//
But now since you brought lil'krem to party I'm a rip him in two//
Timaluned's soft, getten scared when someone screams "BOO!"//
He's the type of toddler that still looks up to Winnie the Pooh//
He got no ice, but rocks them velcrow shoes//
I'll leave this faggot red, so theres no singen the blues//
See'em outlined in chalk at 5 o'clock on the daily news//
Barely knew, that i'm not new to the game so bitch get a clue//
Razh so sick it's like he sticks wit spits like the flu wit glue!...
So bitch theres no you!....

Lil'Krem?...ok..here we go...

Kid, you ain't even from the States, so stop the wack verse//
You's a bitch, so I wouldn't fist I'd have to slap you first//
Your rhymes don't make sense, like from birth they was cursed//
Popped balloons is how I burst, a purse and high heels will suit ya//
If ya'll some thugs, what you doin at home rappen on computas??//
Sound like ya some losers, tryen to be hard//
I didn't know lil'krem was 14 and his mom's a retard//
That explains the flow, young and slow//
Go'head and admit, ya'll just don't know//
Krem your skills are small, no chance to grow//
Ya bitch friend Timaluned is a 5 dollar hoe//
Ya'll ain't thugs, more like some Sloppy Joes//
Bitches copy flows, from kids in 2nd grade//
I can't stand ya'll pozers, ya'll be acten gay//
I'm the suns rays, got Lil'krem nervous of the spits i spray//
I pop nines, while he pops zits and pop-tarts round his way//
What more can I say?, death is what I'm handen ya//
So step the fuck back off my skillz before I leave you dead in Canada!
Ma'fuckers are young....jus stop

Razh