Here is some Quik Shit

This kid J Blaze with dolla signs in his name just wanna battle me to get some quick fame/
Fucking with the wrong Executive, you'll get merked so dont point the finger to blame, when this battle over, just quit the rap game/
Lyrical surgeon injecting sick bodily fluids, hoping after recovery you would spit your ill flows fluently/
Nothing could help your flowing ability, cause all your rhymes you spittin are fustily/(means ol-fashioned)
You thought you heard the ocean' flowin'[b] from these [b]shells by your ears/
Gonna have you on your knees with your face in fear, begging for me to stop the merking, while you leaking tears/
Look at your trembling face, a disgrace to the race, try to give you a facial, send punches at your face, how does my fist taste?/
This kid Blaze is not on my level, forget level, he's not in my galaxy, so get outta my space/
Blaze dont stand a chance, quit rap and join a marching band, cause he thinks he can bounce back like a rubber band
Check it out, you hear that appaluse for you from the fans, hold up, they clappin' at you but I dont see any hands/


NO FEEDING EH................