angel..damn...them rymes were tight
ur a damn good rapper...and if ur an angel...take me...show me the light....teach me how to ryme...so my shit makes since and sounds right.....ur so fuckin smart...ill never try to battle u...u will verbally rape me..and tear me apart....leave me looken like one of them troll dog toy's they sell at wallmart...
how do you do it...please....explain....tell me how...i want to ryme as good as u do now...but there is no way....i get scared...choke up..and studder every word i say....if i ever battled u...you would have my ass on a silver tray...with an apple in my mouth...i cant take it anymore..ur to good...iam takin my white hick ass back south