:.Brooklyn Holla Back.:

Crip Call My Punches Leggos The Way I Leave Your Brains On The Block
Your Lyrics Has Many Flaws N Holes So Ill Label Them As Shot
Crip Raps Like Broken Clocks Your Lyrics Dont Seem To Come Around
This Faggot Couldnt Elevate A Little Even If He Stood On A Pitchers Mound
Crip Has To Change Sites Cuz His Wackness Is Gettin To Easy To Find
Even If You Swallowed Dollar Bills Crip's Lyrics Still Wont Have His Money~On~His~Mind (Wont Ever Sell)

.:.Weak.:.

~Won~

Dont Talk Shit Again Bitch...