OH MY FAULT THIS WHOLE THING WAS STATED FOR SHAKEZ, IT AIN'T NO BIGGIE I'LL POST AGAIN CAUSE SON YOU'RE NOT FADING THE GREAT, WHEN YOU SEE MY LINES THEY PROBABLY TURN YOU ON MAKE YOU WANT TO DATE, BUT HOMEBOY I DON'T PLAY THAT GAY STUNT I'LL LEAVE YOU AT THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE. YOU POSTED 2, 440 RHYMES, YOU MUST AIN'T GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR TIME, BUT GO AHEAD STAND IN LINE YOU'LL GET SERVED TOO WITH MY LYRICAL GRIND. YOU'RE FROM ST. PETE KID YOU'RE BOUND TO GET BEAT, YOU'RE NOT NO FREESTYLE KING YOU'RE BETTER OFF AT HOME WRITING ON WHITE SHEETS, YOU BITE MEAT, PLEASE DON'T INVITE THE BEEF, TO YOUR FACE BECAUSE THIS IS A SIRLOIN STEAK, YOU'RE A PUNK LIKE A DAIRY QUEEN MILK SHAKE, AIN'T THAT YOUR NAME, IT SEEMS YOU'RE NEW TO THE GAME, SO TIGHTEN UP SHOES OR CALL THE CORONER, CAUSE I'LL MAKE YOU DO THE HARLEM "SHAKEZ" IN FLORIDA. GETCHA WALK ON LIKE YOU SAY IN YOUR ICON, I SPIT SO MUCH HEAT YOU NROKE CHUMP I'LL GET YOUR LIGHTS ON, AND NEXT TIME YOU HOLLA AT ME IT'S A REAL BATTLE PUNK SO BRING YOUR FIGHT ON. YOU'RE NOT READY YET!