listen D, are you really from the streets, or is your carrer an accident/ OOOPs like Tweet//
spit at me is like the blind watchin' tv/ pointless/ you'd look better cheering for, Dax you don't want this//
you're the first/ definately not the last/ but you gotta lil' history/ the worst body I bagged// you little fag//
your flow couldn't be ill if you fucked behind Magic (Johnson)/ POOF, be gone/ the situation gets tragic//
my lines are on Viagra, they harder than yours/ in the event of your demise, I'll show no remorse/ ofcourse//
you wasn't thinkin'~before the clock started tickin'~ now you wishin' that Kuntri Boi's name wasn't even mentioned//
Bitched Slapped was the bait/ you concealed your fait/ thanks you RB labeled me as tha catch of the day
~RIP~
this is lyrical excercise, however I'm attackin' ya'/
YOU COULDN'T FLIP SHIT PLAYIN' IN A TOILET WITHA SPATULA'
it's too easy......