Get some rhymes nigga this shit u spit was sad

Pagin mister Penis [i]boy[i/] your mother and father are lookin fo u
U walk around in life singin "Ive lost my mind and i need a dick ryde from you"//2
Had to get an alias cuz "Chris" was to white for anyone
Tho it came out, u show ur tru colors in the long run//4
Spitin Wackness is your known profession and u rep it well
Eat some fiber cuz your shit needs to elevate to sell//6*

Multiple Ill Rhymes and Tybalts Kill Times are nothing compared
Took you by storm, hit it back, Doubled like "Dice in Pairs"//8
Shits been orchastrated to kill you tho it wasnt thought through
Just spat on the top of my head, it showd up as "A Mop Brew"//10
Brewed to clean up the mess in this Rap Brewery
Your Bottle sent back cuz you Rap Wack See?//12

Klick Death........

Im sick not from the sip of shit u produced
but from the "IllDome Fruit" i just "Juiced"

Dont ask to get shot in the head again.-SpiritualMic