Whyte-Ave

whyte ave-yo he be from E'town-finna CRoss a Carson' Beat-down//
dawg keep ya feat-down cus i dun even need to hit-up my sweet nouns'//


Yo...i refuse to push more then 6 barz cross-weak-emcee-herma-phrodites//
feel my fist-filled wit words-a-might-cross me hoe?-ima bout to rip dis mic'//

so chek it.....yo......
Like britney u dun crossed da wrong roads'tween newby breakdown an elite fast-lane//
my shits-insane-like luci' i spit in-vane-'break-outs poppin vessl'd veins-u's bout to wrath'r my lyrical pain//

warmups dun....les go....
U want me to spit-first?-or reverse-dawg i got u str8 swirvin dunno-which-way ta turn//
fuk wit me-i spit arson-on thee-fuk third degree..ima send str8 to ya urn fulla-burn//
internaly bleedin-from dese signs i posts wich u providin adherin wit no heedin//
like a parade i stomp-my post-impedin- send u to court-ur verse ofcourse-dey want divorce-dey simply pleadin//
bitch...keep on readin
Cus u kno dis match-im leadin-leave ya dusted tryna feed-it-str-off mah spit//
git-nada butta quik key-hit-turnin lyrics like a im flipped fit-but u came ill-equipped trik//