Come On & Face-It-kred(kredit) Ya Spits Is On That Basic-Tip…
Couldn’t See Ill Shit If Tripped & Found Ya Face-In-It…
Yet kredit Spits-Juvenile: You Ain’t Proven-Wild
Only Type Some Ill Shit Stickin Ya Hand In Human-Bile..Ya Doo-Doo
You’ve Been Getting 8 Up-Son Like Ya Post-Count-Run-To
Q: How Many Albums kredit Cell? A: Nope, Not One Duke…
It’s Fun To Dead-This-Kid: Wit Tons of Endless-Hits
Mouth Full Of Blood Talkin Bout He Defends-His-Spit?
Lyrics Ain’t Contraversial: Even Fainted In The Rehearsal
Think Ya Gangsta For Ya Playin Contra Past Ya Curfew?.LMAO
Burped Ya Coked Up-Rhymes The Way Ya Threw-Up-Some-Old-Lines
Not Even You Feel Ya Rhymes Like I Blew-Up-Ya-Whole-Spine…Blaww

<>About To Get Ate By The Next 8<>

kred(kredit) Needs A Drink Cuz His Spiritual Shrink Even Said Ya Inner Lyricals Stink…
Could Dental Floss A Chink: Ain’t Seeing Ya Punches: Like Ya Wrote Wit Invisible Ink…
To Grade Ya Rhyming Ya Get An F In Biting And Ya Studied PLAYED As A Minor?…
Got OWEN’d Like The Niners When I Lifted Up Ya Lyrics And It Displayed ‘Made In China’…
The Way Ya Limited-To-Gay-Jokes Suggests Ya Think Richard-Simmons-Is-Dope…
This Idiots-Lyrics-Is-Broke Plus Ya Got Less Sway On The Box Than Illegal-Immigrant-Votes…
So Learn Ya Lessons & Burn Ya Blessings: Lost The War Wit Words As Weapons…
kredit Spits Them Ole Leftover Punches: He Ain’t Even De-Serving Seconds…

Chomped…