bytch dont rush me
itz nonthyin playa----
fikka fikka slim gady..hi his lame is slim gady..lol

Grown man -n- obsessed wit text? ya troubled dude! you unkown on RB, so when i proclaim ya death it'll probably be just some humble news//
Your gettin bitched just like a butt whole do! your like that chick R&B group, always gettin the 3 L's before the W// (3LW)
Look at the views, this battles tension-is-lame, the only attention-you-gain is from the invention-you-tame!//
Yea your a young buck you-claim, look at ya record//bitch, dont ever mention-my-name!//
slim gady style is broken, he needs to mend-the-cracks! lend-a-snack, as I eat shady, cuz the only W he sees ends-in-ack//
I'll slap-ya-face, fuck ranks, Ive already past-ya-place! thats-ya-Face? you ain't a pimp, only time you get pussy is when you masturbate//
Ya snorily-slept, its a shame, freebies like you are gonna spoil these vets! plus ya loyalty sets wit pledging to a bitch click like it's a sorority sect//
Like Christina Aguliera, lets get-dirrty! just-stop-flirting! will i win you ask? i got this battle 'hands down' like we dueling at 6:30!//

Anti’s Steamin, Brutally Beating this Being with Swords-Grips Mounted with Endorphines….This Battles like Depressed Rich Women, coz you’re Weepin-in-Ms.Fortune…I’ll Twist the Key-in-the-Porche-and, proceed to Stampede on-ya-Corpse-then…Endorse-Ten Forceps into ya Cortex…Ya Existence is a Mix of Rabbits Feet and VIPERS, the Way You Luckilly DODGED-the-Abortion…When I Come off the Top-it-then-Worsens, You’re Comin with more LOOSE-LEAFS, then Autumn-in-ya-Orifice….I Got-him-by-his-Poor-Neck, and I’ll Exert-my-Best-Words…You Gave it all Got, But like Lackluster Graphs of Skin, it was a Pore-Effort…My Force-Severes, into Coarse-Pressure….Shady thought he was Built, coz he Wrapped his Chest with Four-Sweatshirts…This Whore?-Pestered, I’ll Have Him Floggin-Disarmed…Beating me is like Seeing Chris Reeves on Campgrounds, coz this aint an Easy-WALK-in-the-PARK….He’s Soft-with-the-Bars, I’ll Make a Literal Figure Outta Pacino, when I Leave His Face Scoffed-with-Some-Scars…