replyin' is a useless click...get a clue or hint...
ya lines are 'sugar coated' and senseless, im wounderin' whut JUNIOR MINT...
i cant believe you wanna box again...you a BITCH EMCEE, much like FOX 'n KIM...ya MATERIALS NEVER FELT,
ya closets full of COTTON BLENDS...so drop ya pen, your juss another artist that i dont feel...plus you rap wit no skill...
you hope to win? ya chances dont look too good like Tyrone Hill...
i torch cats when each metafors spat...you'll never make a HIT cause you CRACK UNDER PRESSURE like Sammy Sosa's corked bat...
my blows got ya skin fillin' wit welts...wit nasty rashes you would'nt even aPEAL to yaself...
13th, i'll make ya knees BUCKLE if you think you STEEL-IN THE BELT...this dude'll get injured...
causin' you to wimper...you a hot head? only when you lose ya temper...my basic attacks will put a vacant space in ya back
...ya frame 'ill detach...shop liftin' is the only way you TAKIN' A MATCH...your juss another internet site thug
im only tossin' 9 slugs at you because i dont like bugs...i'll swing putters 'n drivers at you and let you FIGHT CLUBS
cant believe that you comin' at aDD...it's that 'time of the month', i'll stab you from behind while your writtin' and leave BLOOD ON YA PAD...
you rhyme corny...plus all ya lines bore me...so this KID WILL GET PUT TO REST without a bed time story...
drop ya record if you want, i guarentee it aint sellin'...

even if it does you wont have any groupies cause the only chick thats feelin' 13 is Faith Evens...
you been shook, pacin' in ya crib for weeks...i'll end ya streak...ya skill level is lower then most Frontliners..
plus ya punches is weak... im wounderin' how you GOT IN THE CLUB, the bouncer must of been sleep...
you braggin' like you da best or sumthin'...aDD 'ill put that talk to rest you munchkin...im TAKIN' BIG OFF THE TOP like a breast reduction...

-aDDLib