CHeck...LMAO AT YA VERSE

Dis ya last chance to witstand da fire spittin out my salivary glands//
Your gunna loose aint no turning back if u need a hand ask ILlusionist your number one fan//peep da SIG
U wish u cud merk crews,but it aint true u merk newbs dat dont have a clue//haha..
Deaths comin soon to my enimies,usin lyrical tactics to unactivate his mind, only if u new//
Feeble YA minds wac u have no chance its a fact, Why do i get set up in battle wit a cat with average raps?//
YA complete arsonole cudnt defeat me,Unloadin to the fullest//
Once feeble gets to this line he'll be sweating bullets//
you can’t touch this… so ya better give a fuck quick//
when I bust this… I’m goin all out like ya luck is//
I outwit… even the sharpest cat, plenty harm in that//
when I’m testing ya cardiac- I’m expecting a heart attack//
Im hittin-u-out-cold..wit raps, switch-it-to-heat// before battles Feeble hears votes and he's like "give-em-to-me"// i live-this-to-beat..second-rate-pussies// fuck it. U aint no "vet", ya better-stay a rookie//

UHhuh>>
uppin