I dunno even who this kid is hes sayin hears a battle N Pmin me Links,im checkin ur spits n ur postin Verses That Stink,I mean im GOD kid so ill slap u wid this verse n leave u like DETACHED voice boxes ur unable to speak//
After u see my verse ull be blinded by skill so ill leave ur Vision Gone,I hate pre writers so like kids in the middle east stealin ill chop u n leave u Misson Palms//
Like Maniac Killers I kill for the Joy,like kids wid there toys,I get mad at my opponets n toss em like Rockets waiting to Deploy//
My verse hits urs n urs just smashes,ur verse is played like old fashions,uve been pre writin to long like I droped a checmical war far bomb ill leave ur fingers with rashes//
Killer couldn’t find a good verse with the help of sherlock holmes on his side,he Rambles at Sight,of me as I look for this pussy that Scrabmbles n hides//
Ill slice u more times than Insane Killers,maniac Clames Hes Iller,but hes not n after this beating hell need dubble doses of Pain Killers//