Aight look


It must be 4:19 the way Chrit is preaparing to smoke this herb/
Feeling like Chrit's in Amercian History X introducing T's teeth to curb/
We all know your crews rep and how being in War Lords lead to VD/
Thats why Chrit's hesitent to go first having this cat follow me/
After this battle you'll be bitter and undesirable like some outdated beer/
Beat me, bitch please on this dot com I'm the one you fear/
With fucked up currency, I can see this bitch is french... well here comes the revolution/
Cat was good weeks ago but became stagnant in elevation while Chrit became the Evolution/
Spittin destructive lyrics droppin verbal A-bombs and you about to feel the fallout/
Man you're whole crew is shook of the king... even left me outta the crew callout/
The prototypical gay... sweet as candy he's the emcee that brings all-men joy/
Verbally leave this wack ass bleeding like a dysfunctional sex toy/
Biggie had a better chance of winning dodge-ball than you do of beating me/
Hell kid I peeped elite... you got destroyed by perennial loser, MC Killa T/
Kept looking into your battles and all your verses sound the same/
Thinking you are the master of this rap-Life forgot Chrit created the game/
Chrit's on a Holocoust type mission... to rid this board of Addlib's kind/
Fuck it if Chrit thought with his dick then you could finally blow my mind/
No wonder your name is Addlib... all this kids verses are like mad libs, completely prewritten/
You just fill in the blanks with opponents names and pawn it off as a freestyle your spitten/


*Edited to remove a partial explanation and a spelling error*