I don't even know why I am wasting my time with you, here is a very quick keystyle......

Battling you at even worth my time.
Gauge 88? You ain’t even old enough to hold a 9.
You are the wackest kid I’ve ever met from any location.
I came quick to that decision like a premature ejaculation.
Turning ya different shades, delayed sprays from you never weighs
heavy on my conscious that’s black enough to darken days.
You couldn’t spit it any sicker if you were Sylvester with AIDS.
But fuck it, I should get lyrical with you
My words are like an arsenal, that only rips part of you.
The other half I throw darts to
I’d challenge you to another game but you don’t have the heart to.
Literally…cause I’ma take it from you.
Living your life by my sins.
How the fuck you gonna drive pass my crib, you ain’t even got your license.
Take back all your wackness.
Matter of fact this, kid’s not old enough to drive himself to practice.
I smack this, bitch in his head knock off his glasses.
Stick my dick in your grandma’s mouth,
Have her coughing up molasses.
Until you graduate, your teacher you will respect
Next time don’t write a check so big that you can’t cash it when I come to collect.