Yo Krim, you in da wrong forum, your looking for "Help Centre"//
The fact that your spitting means you dint read ma sign: "Newb's do not enter"//
!Attention! your spits flat, mines three dimension, not to mention the protection your gonna need against ma invention//
Now you should've spit second so you could go to defence, dawg come on its common sense//
Your risking the expense of your freestyle license, this intense 6th sense of mine is dollars and cents//
Ima heaven-sent warrior here to play tricks on yo mind, i represent the present torment of this blessed event//
Ima elemental hazard, your a rental battle-scarred freestyle retard in a leotard//
Your still at school, how was your report-card, did it mention your future job, "permanent vacation to the graveyard"//
I can just imagine you reading this, cross-eyed, horrified, denied, DISQUALIFIED//
Now i label this spit copyright, your cold hands touch it they get frost-bite//
This is a game of skill an' im king of the hill, your bordering wacksville, and this my friend, is an over-kill//