aight lets go

0-0 hope u dont underestimate...look like specs cuz i see a L in ya fate.
Aint tryna beef nor hate......whack textcess get served like dinner plates.
Dont call the cops, its not abuse....when ur gettin lyrically attacked.
Stop actin, ya rhymes played like marionets...with no strings attached.
Ripping your dome.....get on ya feet like i was hittin u wit flint-stones.
Set the tone...your punches wouldnt be in my range if u texted from phones.
Easy win like candy from a baby.....elementary rhymes thought u was a child.
Verbal rapists? bunch of pedifiles...check ya sig,guys like that make u wild.
Hard punches leaving ya head spinnin.....like highrise ceiling fans.
My best punchline was your verse...tell me what u were thinkin GChand.



ur turn, spit