Checkin...


THis kid needs herbs in his-system Be4 spittin rhymes thatdont sell//
Im Rippin his overated-scriptures, So he mite aswell choke on that L//=(Loss)
Time will tell its a cold-game, we can spit subliminal or we can throw-names//
Dont be mad at me cuz ya skills 'aint growin in' like some 'defective rogaine'//
How are u gunna Name ya self the champ wit spits Like that, You must Be Stoned//
Im one of Rb's finest,soon to be known so u aint returning for the THrone//
Ill shatter ya dreams, leave ya jaw-split so u wont be able to speak-to nun//
All I hear from ya verse is Blahblah -Bitch,so Ill break ya streak an stain ya rec 5an1
LIne em up, ya time is done.Those hi ass flows aint good rap//
ya chances of winning this battle is like micheal Jackson actin Black//


Yea..uppin for honest votes.pc