J Shooks
**KEYSTYLE**
This "killa" doesn't kill, he gets killed cuz his flow is weak/ i sling these bars, at your throat to leave scars, so ya can't speak/ this kids a master at failing, better then the tigers an thier losing streak//

his rhymes are vertically challenged, so he can't ELEVATE/ no matter how hard he try, he gonna drop"lightly" dis-regard his weight/

easy i take this win, an collect his "soul"/ even though i killed him lyricaly, hes stomach was still left wit a hole/

munipulated, i leave this helpless "killa" wit rhymes imprinted in his face/ give him cold sweets, wit nightmares to chase/ he say he a rookie but really a disgrace/ he be dead on the ground, star gazin to space//