To J*Miles for want'n me to spit 1st.
"Feed of Me. Cuz You ain't stroooooooong...
You need a friend. Someone to carry you ooooooooon...
Miles. It won't be loooooooooong....
Before you gon see....what it feels to be boooooooooooombed.."


Here we go:

I'ma drop dis verse first, like quench'n the worst thirst//
this taylor-made sip'n hatorade, gonna wish I didn't dispurse 1st//
my biological structure ruptures your weak thought pattern//
Ill-logical shots splatter'n ya leave'n ya distraught'n batter'n//
it don't matter when, don't think, just drop that shit proper//
cuz you come wacker than any Inc., you phoney Hip-Popper//
Pray'n for guidence, ya need some assistance from above//
persistance shows Violence, jus cuz it's christmas don't mean show love//
Took me 5 mintues, to dig you a fuck'n grave//
next time listen to my limits, cuz yo I figured you fuck'n cave//

:VOTE:

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