10 minutes n counting...

Your like Jackie Chan all his punches are staged, You be like ‘Who am I’ cuz I merked your name/
You couldn’t be phat if your waist-line was 50, This guy left asking 21 questions how to be fifty/
You’re a wannabe n theres another rapper minused, I crash your whole world and your computer wit a virus/
Beaten me would be like a disabled being able to walk, Your not able-to-diss me n your another kid that came from the stork/(bastard)
This guy got no back-ground cuz you already up against the wall,You backing away jus like I had your mums head in my jaw/
Seems this guy was born fistless, and he give less-fist than a limbless person, N you’ll be starting to wish-this was a nightmare cuz this is a real cursin/
Here’s the real curse-then…Fuc you

oNe...much respect youngblood