aight here i go..
u just another victim to my list

check it...

2% heart, 3 % smart, 6% war, 20% bore, 40% acting hardcore //
The rest is just décor, that’s what I see when I read your battle //
Sick of having to endure more of the same old prattle//
Trying to open lyrical doors with your whack ass metaphors //
Using recycled rhymes aint working anymore //
Declare me the best, hit you with 25 lyrical bullets to the chest//
Too many rhymes for you to digest, leaving you feeling oppressed//
Your lyrics I detest, your rhymes are a snooze fest- //
Embarrassed because my lyrics make the crowd impressed //
This is no contest, like in bocing you’re getting knocked out in the first round //
I’m world renowned, the most profound, the best pound for pound- //
This is the beginning, using so many rhymes I’ll leave your head spinning //
Your record is poor, experienced more losing than winning //
When I’m done with you, don’t come at me me again //
You’ve sustained enough pain from my lyrical campaign //
Like a hacker I’ll perforate your domain, make you go insane //
Shocked by the maliciousness my rhyme contains //
You’re softer than LiL Wayne, you’re just here to entertain //
You should of realised that you couldn’t stop my reign //

peace out..

no hate dowg..
uppin on this shit