Blah...
Keying now...


Demanding 10 lines.. so the lines will match this faggots age...
Waiting for Chrit to post heat... Straight through this kids ribcage..
Man this kid may rock a mic... But I'm droppin boulders...
Destroy this flak and fuck up his Head and Shoulders...
^^^ Thats called wordplay kiddo... the shit that you lack...
I force kids to from my pressure... While this kid just snorts the crack...
I'd say you cam nice... But serious dun.... Chrit aint gotta lie...
You remind me of Disco the way we all want you to die...
Cat loves me so in this verse... just watch he gets e-wrecked...
And I'm bein quite literal when I say Chrit just hit the deck...


Blah... Was that 10 lines?
Aww fuck it....
The kid came with garbage anyhow