ur style is wack u remind me of crap, niggas rhymes i'll rewind and make it zap//

the only punches u could land is ur finger hittin the key~board, i asked ya pops if u rhymes were ill but he~snoared//

the illness u spit is when u throw up cuz u nervous, ill ko u in one hit and ur heads layin on da earths surface//

i think this nigga brain~washed cuz he think he can spit, ur fame~is~lost cuz u met 512 and ur career is it//

just quit this profession now u'll never make~it, rhymin aint ur obsession cuz i can tell u just fake~it//

uppin fo votes

~out~