ur 2 scared to murder. u dont diserve the name
mate u couldnt' flow hard shit, with ur weak brain
all ur rhymes are forced. like ur shittin on a toilet
ur disses dont hit mate, its ashame ya rap ya spoil it
u aint takin the technique on leave ur legs weak
i always get back on a freak, bust ya till u cant speak
walk talk wotever, im bringing weather, stormy clouds
got ya girlfriend horny now everything u say bores me now
n u couldnt murder a fly.. i'll rip u so hard ud only be left wid 1 eye
u step to me u gonna get fried.. burnt to crisp like macdonald frys haha