yo 'kid' i'm sick of 'raising a fuss', u bought 'sour grapes' and got su(o)nned, now aint that 'raisin' enuff? (word)
but since i'm hatin ta punch, a kid in tha face after lunch, i'll let u hold ur schoolyard n wait-till-ya grow up. (ok?)...
cuz i gotta b honest, i'm really 'sick' of vexin u, but i'll let u take tha 'hit of vickz' when 'lines break n pressure u.' (right)
but i do think ya text is cute, but something's questioned duke, is gettin 'dress'ed up somethin for u n ur text ta do?(ouch)...
u not spittin science, ya words aren't hardly-smart. look 'martha stewart' i've seen less designs in ascii art !!(phew)...
maybe u got tha 'end-wrong'(enron) if u in tha 'middle' of war wit 'god', no 'revelation' u just in-'psalms' (holy holy holy)
i'm reloaded, u get smoldered, i could crack for days... and tha fact remains, u still had a month to practice for me... i have ta say, i'm sick of those crap cliches... tha reason paper gets recycled? so jb could spit something worth-it... practice makes perfect, i push weight but jb tha one hurtin? jb tha 1 person, who'll say u won and im certain, i'll point u to 1 person, who u found ta purchase.. when ya face a flow.. all ya tears is worthless..... now i'll drop my last barz in this mass form/