yo im on ballerstatus and this kidd REDRUM, came and posted something that i saw on here, so if any1 can try an give me a link so i can expose him, cuz i need edvidence, then i can get rid of him


heres what he posted:

You cant get on my level, not even someday jack/
Cuz yall all under Red Rum like subway tracks/
R.R. still holdin the chrome/
Gotta pack a gat then spin back quicker than rotary phones/
After this, then the skills is hopefully known/
Im a balloon ass dude, yall im supposed to be blown/
Look, my ascension is near/
You got 5 seconds to tell me why i shouldnt end ya career/
POW Times up, you get dumped in the trash/
Watch my bars grow feet and start "jumpin ya ass"/
Wait ima flip the script/
These mc's on hydraulics, they jumpin from dick to dick/
Its a shame but its true, keep ya friends in ya sight/
Because whats starts wit a hug, might end wit the knife/
I never halt to send a liar backwards/
Get it right,.... Red Rum back like Chiropractors/
State ya name Gangsta


red rum crush ya domepiece, till ya bones creak/
I got a chrome beast, that i use to blow heat/
So when you see me dont speak/
Cuz im aimin at ya face to leave more than a swoll cheek/
more like a slow leak, heres a tip for the rest/
I pack perforatin punches, that'll cripple the best/
And you can touch my jewels if you lookin to die/
You trynna reach my level than look in the sky/
I drive through the spot, all the dimes lookin to ride/
red hit chicks that make Halle berry look like a 5/
Im the shit when im in the kitchen cookin a pie/
You'll never find a dude thats as crooked as I/
state ma name here it is drip drip drip/
red rum/murder dats for your bitch bitch bitch/
I flip dudes, when i flick the triggas out/
You'll be chopped and screwed like them dudes from swisha
house..FAGGOT


Red Rum be the champ of digits/
Ya'll like cheerleaders over the summer, ya whole camp is bitches/
Steel toeds boots, put a stamp in britches/
Wish i had one big enough to clamp the snitches/
I'll let the tech scream/
and when ya brain start to leak, it'll give dudes "wet dream"/
Ock, im flashin techs wit plenty of jagged threats/
Im spit that flame new name call me Dragons breath/
You braggin less, cuz my mentatlity's murder/
dudes wanna get money for beef, guess they salaries burgers/
Im move the keys up the creek, to the fiends up the street/
On average rum pull about 3 sluts a week/
They say get a gimmick, start a lil dance
But thats why yall never grow like artificial plants/
dudes say "Damn red its hard to stop you"/
Cuz i get dudes cut more the Barbeshop 2/



i think that its called STATE YA NAME GANGSTA