Aight look..........


This kid's from B.R.E the crew known for fake thug lyrics in open mics/
But in battles, cat couldnt giving a tongue lashing even if he was adored by dykes/
Reppin a bunch of cats that cant or wont battle.. a bunch of straight up whores/
Shit man this wack cat got his name when he saw Chrit then went home and examined his drawers/
You preaching street shit then peep this, my verses compile into a ghetto thesis/
See Chrit's grimey while he's grindin,and lord willin you wont have to meet my clipse/(clips)
Let me slow it down for you, I know my syllable count just left ya head spinnin/
Not even to 5 bars and a clowned ya whole career, cant you see the voters grinnin?/
So I'ma end this shit quick with ten lines cause I feel bad about merking a verse that was such a bore/
Next time try not to make it so evident you bought you flows from the half price store/


^^^ only dropped 10 due to time constraints

voting time ya'll

and yeah, no beef man