Ahem...

I'll own MARV he thought text was just a joke, hes the devious type
Now I'll throw a hay maker to your stomach
And You'll throw back...Every thing you ate from the previous night
Theres no reason to fight: it's clear you been text battlin for six years
And with that said it's a damn shame, how you aint accomplish shit here!
Im Dope? you make it look like text is wrong, so it's best you just rest it son
You're no animal, you just Madagascar...goes faster than your electric one
His text is a disgrace your definition of a punch is nothing of complaint
You blew you're chances of winning a battle, then he nutted in your face
Back to MARV- I'm suprised to even see that you text, what to do next?
You and R.Glocks....
Will always be shoulder to shoulder, as long as he holds that suplex


word I'm bored

- Vitticus