yo check it 1,2............................................... ..................

I'll give it to this cat he got flavour but only becuase he's a herb,
You still got no flow swaying the votes even if you had structured your verse.
Ya minds like velcrow its stuck as fuck its left you blocked with no hits,
Your outa luck, bitch your spit couldnt be water tight if you spat duck shit.
Ya just a trick, a mutha fucking hoe, you just dont know even if you cried me a river you still couldnt flow,
Well whatta you know, this cats gotta go, even duracel batteries couldnt sustain ya blows.

UPPIN
To get sum styles will take you a while cuz you early learning fucker you got the brain of a child,
You got no designs, no structure of rhymes ya not hot like vindaloo ya korma mild.
You think yo got cash mad money shit but ya bondage fetish is the only time you get whips,
Freakin in leather into pain and shit you a wannabe gimp you liking my hits.

FINISHER
Even if I sent you to space it would still be over you couldnt be star more like a super nova, (super nova is a dead star)
You couldnt get a crew to find me guilty of being sobre and you couldnt get a witness if ya name was jahover.

Ok man............lets do it uppin for votes....yo!