this eatable justin kredible is not creditable at all
very letable & lustin wit hot gayness & fabel at mall
kid ur verse is like a clinic wit wrong perscriptions
everyones falling dead faster then johny demonic fictions
clap off yer gear ratio so quick that miles per hour split
snap off yer neck bone so sick that trials go sour slipt
how u gonna battle me,when son thought R.B. was an autopsy
cuz U no i B disecting ya spleene & making it leen limp & flopsy
woudent have wordplay even if i stuffed a dictionary down ya throat
jump on a boat and distribute my 10 tons of coke,cuz now ya bodies a float