shit it took u like half and hour jus to make a reply
i guess its been long enough, so u ready die
think that u better then i
then ur thoughts are obsence
you rhymes aint hot, u couldnt catch fire wit a box of matches and kerosene
i'll put a fist though u stomach n' rip out your spleen
know what i mean
cuz u aint even on my level, im iller beyond any doubt
i'll feed your spleen to bitch, n' this have this pussy eat himself out