I've been busy... I'm here...













forced multis n’ punches lack proof... all say this pest is wack,
you say your bars are the truth... LOOK you’re even stretching that...
that's not a punch... let me introduce it... see this feat?,
now put all your effort in-to-wishin... til' you develop ESP...
Print's a jobless textcee... his moms knows this bum's a failure,
kid dreamed he was Em but movies don’t come with his trailor...
Give it up Arthur Treacher... accept it... im here to diss you,
& continue claimin BluePrint... till you figure out ya homo gender issues...
the wisest thing for you to do is... cowar & keep ya mouth shut,
cause this kids like Avalon in the shower with women... always washed up...
no need to tell... the world knows your pussy... ya secret's out,
and fuck... no need for tampons to slap you... to put ya lights out...
this kid visioned the top... just to be where I sit,
but he can't rest... cause his ass been visited by more drunk men than bowlin alleys get...
this fake flips facts... act like his rankins are high... you lie poorly,
I'm HQ for cops... He's on patrol callin in... always 10-4 me...
















Thank you...