ite yo merked,

ite verse, my lyrics will stick and haunt you~simular to a curse,
i wont bother calling the hurse, cause youve got your death planned out on paper stuck in your purse,
its like when you battle K, death is what your ass is expecting,
but i aint like your parents so ill except the challenge~instead of neglecting,
you mite aswell of posted your verse as fkghdkghkg like the shit under you check^,
this bitch isnt drowning but you could say hes~up to his neck............

............pz