holy shit not another kid from the NYG,like earths rotation compaird to battlin u cant stop me//
aww isnt that so sweet he called me a IDOL on rap battles,im fuckin this kids ridin like horses wid cracked sattles//
call my fingers lyrical murkers say i attak wid wepons,was his verse a diss or a verse about who hes respectin//(he said im a idol)
look he must be the ONE hes a Gangsta,if i was ur crew leader id put u last on the roster list cuz ive allready ranked-ya//
call me DOMANITE cuz ill FORCE this murkings,when my punches connect thell be More than Hurting//
pre wrote rhymes for niggas like rappin wid FLash Cards,kill this nigga behind GODS house just so he can die in HOLY back yards//
held hostage for the murkeing he awaits fuck ransom,if i could change my name from GOD the about of murkings ive givin it should be Manson//
i can sick-wid-the-best,attack-wid-sick-text,rip backs-n-slit-necks,but all in all murk the worst to the best//