I'm done with, and sonned him, I write my puns quick,
How yal make a peach crumble? Just kick his Young Smiff,
I hung him, as yal see I just stepped on this noob,
He only spittin' tight when you see his neck on a noose,
I'm reppin' the truth, tell me how you feelin' a win?
I know Young Smiff's a fruit, but I ain't a-peelin' to him,
I'm killin' this kid, mothafuck I'll pave ya ryhmes clear,
You couldn't spit ya visionaries if you had an eyedea,
He cries fear, don't spit wack, just quit ya fartin' boy,
Ya had no punches kid, I took out ya bars like Arkenoid ..

Good Luck ..