iight let me get this over wit b4 i leave out..so that i don't d/q for not meetin da deadline..frost i ain't never seen none of ya stuff..good luck tho


Killer Opener
THOG says ya verses tight but ya skill aint big enough to be in my food chain ill leave this fool slained cuz ya raps are like elementary the way they bout to be school trained//

Merking
this jerk hates like he mastabated hatred his newb ass still asks to be rated cuz frost couldnt be on top of my skills if he was an imaginated rapist//

sure ur nice wit ink.. but this is a text battle so there’s no need to be hittin pens attack this kid within hate your existence so i'll stomp on ya face..more than iraqi-citizens

imprint death between ya eyes see how my keys are felt!? i'll gladly wrap this up..so hottie puts frost's life on the shelf, tear through ya wits with Internet explorer and really make ya search within ya self//

ya rhymes is filled with fillers which leaves ya flows clogged ya hopes gone cuz this wanksta couldnt have hard spits giving Pinocchio a blowjob//

Finisher
hotties tying knots wit ya threads to show I screw wit lives Even when givin me compliments frost couldn’t come half as nice Cuz i'm making more deadly holy shits dan breaking bread wit Christ Ya dropping a battle verse against me? Nah jus a waste of bites//




couldn't have any personals or nothing cuz i've never seen his stuff....