This guy clam's he key-ed his shit -ha-think you won dis well i fliped da scrip /my punches are brakeing ya dome easy-er then a rock can glass you have a betta chance of passing math then ''this'' with my word im swift my punches dont miss they will leave you fry-ed chrisp you wont never be able 2 pic up a mic after i slit ya wrist im hunting you down with my lyrical nine it will stop ya shine my word's are vemon and when you read they will make you blind ''thatakeova'' you just got hung over me vres you tha's like compareing a migit and a rang rover it's not fair aganst me you wont last his chance's of winn-n are like a gay man gitten woman ass it will not happp-n !! When i pull my lyrical nine out i will start calp-n leave you some were gaspen that will end ya rapp-n when his small ass came 2 the stage i just couldent stop lagh-n ya record ''9-2'' just got turned 2 9=3 im sick-er then a person with h.i.v. u a wankster trying 2 get in da club i have v.i.p. then you talk-n about ya crew bring -em i will leave every singal 1 hang-n fuck-n bitch's none of yall anit really gang bang-n