ight back dawg.. and im up at like 8 in tha mornin to write
this shit, so im maad tired.. here it is

droppin . .

Your structures off, you punches dont hit and you lyrics are wack//
Still tryin to rap? Words sound like shit that skip tha track.. still need sum more feedback?//

Crazy wasn't battling me.. but what was comin wit punches armless//
Rodents and Varmits.. stink so prefusley like alarm-hit armpits.. sorry dawg but your shits just harmless//

Battle, rattle, and paddle.. how many times will i hear these lines be played again//
Aint u sick of 'them?' and Then, you try to pretend to be a vets friend.. freepostin til' u get Admins pissed, then suddenly reach "The End"

Im like surgical warnings on cigarette 'packs'.. spitten raps clearly not in grasp from realitys' past.. the fury is just 2 Fast//
Hearin him in tha background ghasp.. "I wish i could merk-like-that//

sorry for that wait again... UPPIN this shit