since i feel like you wouldnt do any better knowing what i drop i keep the same verse after all.....

good luck..


ransum came here to runin some plans cuz this dude a dumb man
and he couldnt spit phat if he inplated pun glans in hes Lungz MAN /
you'r done fam, lets see who'll get murder when i face ya slayers
cuz ransum i'll hit you with punches that'll leave you slumped like wack baseball players /
im strap'ed like napsacks, verbally spitting some sick rounds
an ya life guard skills agenist my flow i'll leave this kid drownd /
so trust me bitch you not on my level not even a small portion
these hallows aint sleepy they'll rip throu u'r polo shirt leaveing a headless horseman /
ya verse's be a mess and battling me you got some nerves
if victory is something he 'NOSE'.... then he'll leave with 6 stiches like nash vs spurs/
its ova ima kill this dude Lungz ya hold ya breath for shit
cuz only way u'll get a-head if you start booping for dick/
Prick.. my flow burns slower then candles, lyrically im something you cant handle
he'll say im fuckd.. but i'll see no acting like blind men turning to the porn channel/
so im a end like Fuck canada, Fuck lungz, fuck whoever else you think is better
cuz u'll Never Rock Me like bloods in blue an gray nit sweaters/
MOTHER FUCKAH....

and dont cry about votes either
cuz emcee i'll pass but that dont make you a reciver... FUCKAH....

dont hate on me after cuz im talking crazy
CUZ THIS IS JUST MY STYLE KID GET USE TO IT....