sayin not to be confused wit a toddler when u got a kid-heart...
only shit u layin down is in ur tighty whitied matchin skid-marks...
this gets-dark... this kid must ablidge im a dog while he spits a pet-bark...
u could make a text album i wouldnt even read text-clips...
why read ur shit ..when all itll look like is gay sex-tips...
who am i next-wit ..a real emcee picks up mics u think u get famous wit text-shit...
u could even try to make an artistic impression on rap ..but ya lyrics just ruin-it...
try even to speak my words has ya voice-box stutterin like u sayin G-G-G-G-GG-G UNIT...
why dont u edit ur verse to written like by accident u had a word-change...
can tell ya got a weak heart ..its like ur ribs support a bird-cage...(atalanta falcons=bird)...