10-20 u set it up and i'll post first
no crew, dr, or feedin...oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

those are the original rules.....

now time to die...lol...

that's right son, it's time to fight-my rhymes ignite, strengthen on every flow that's tight...
Ill you'r mental is food, and it's coincedental-counsciously parental' meanin i'm ahed of u'r verbals...
jumpin hurdles, with one leg-rollin like kegs-can't flow hard' then stop throwin-eggs...
u'r blowin feds, just to get to the dope-the rest has been smoked, try and bless i'll have u'r con-text in a rope...
try and hang, and that's the noose-unblack and a goon, plus u'r only ill' while passin the juice...
fast to produce, and keep killin off-my feelings raw-look at the floor' and see the ceilin in thought...
u'r rhymes' about a appealin as' feeling a horse...
i aint stealin, i got the original-sorta sane but unpredictable, feirce i'm take it easy and pierce' ya ventricle...
u;r missin the essentials, why u'r not an exec-u'r whole block is a spec-tryin to stop this-i'll put the glock to ya neck...
ment join ups, so u can have a delivery-u'r a fag i'll dround u in chivalry-rap battle' i'll decapitate u instantly....

u aint ready...i'm dunnnnnn..111111