aiight im sorry yall,i had to vent,my bad,ive been seeing this little faggot lil cashflow for a coupl eof days and hes just go tto the point that he annoys me totally and it wont leave my headspace until i say something,so i quickly wrote this,in an attempt to suppress my rage....i hope you actually read this bitch,not just open the post see the length and get scared and write a one word response like ,ohh your whack,fucking pussy.apologies for the language also,see what shes done to me...if you saw his posts youd know what i mean,arogant son of a bitch....



welcome to my satire...............
cha ching cha ching,who that coming yo//
oh no its the schoolyard bully son run its lil cashflow//
hurry up everyone hide!,grab the preschoolers first though//
'what the fuck for?',i dont want that thug using them as hos//
ok thats shits over..........my bad.....

(ok ok ok my bad im sorry, i had to make fun my bad,just the whole in school thing made me laugh)

i can just picture you,yes thats right you,lil cashflow,sitting in your trailer park//
watching eight mile in the dark,memorizing all the battles,grounds for you to start//
oh you poor so you bark,lil cashflow,or is that just the image? of a wannabe gangsta//
schoolyard pranksta,lining your 'boys' up on the sandlot line of skrimage,just prayin noone takes ya//
lil cashflow seriously (come on its ok you can tell me)is your name a joke?//(it has to be)
cha ching cha chang,watch out now,he wants to be down,but secretly hes broke//(fakin aint easy)
i think you need a name change my mang,at present it dont make sense(cents)//
with a alias like lil cashflow,its a wonder you even have friends,i thikn you just pretend//
you claiming you throw punches,you fag,you still carry plastic wrap bag lunches,you hit like a tedddy bear//
even if you did land one,id just laugh at it,tickled by your tacky flea ridden nappy ass fur hair//
i dread the day you actually obtain a razorblade,youll go round the class room braggin//
'hey look guys i just had my first shave',youre that pathetic,ever lookin at your spit...i regret it//
ive been imprinted with this image,of totally whackness,with a writer that doesnt even get it//
your a pretty boy,just coz you a kid wont make me show you pitty,straight up in dont like you or your style,its shitty//(void)
you feel me?you wont go international,straight up you wont even leave your current situation//
you facing a life of your heart racing,everytime your moms naked chasing youround the kitchen in an attempt//
to start spreadin the redneck population,ima ego deflator,your a bug,eat verbal slugs,im exterminator//
ill break your fucking epidermis with purpose...you fucking insect,i dont even have to aim,its pointless,i shoot sporadicly//
a vocabulary with words with more then 2 sylables is needed to even slightly grab my attention see//
im way to big for you,jugganaught,ill stomp yo ass easily,need it be said, that id rather have you dead//
then you breathing freely,fillin ya head,talking shit like 'im an emcee,please dont laugh at me'...//
honestly tell me,who fed you that bullshit to start off with kid?//
your obviously wearing shoes that are fifteen clown sizes to big...like circus tents,i hope you take offence,coz what you say next//
is the last of your existence,ima presence...you just a shade,braggin that your rhymes are sharper then a fuckin razablade?//
my case is made,my case is laid,the juries decision made,your a whack bitch,that needs to quickly fade//
my microphones explodes like grenades,even my subliminal messages will leave you flayed,about face,post haste//
retreat to a easily defendable place and come hit me up when you think you about level to my grade//
dont hate...just coz ive embarresed your name to the point you wear a paper bag on your face,doesnt mean//
you cant go live on in a dumpster some place nahmean?//
home sweet home,youll grow old,and die knowing i made you cry//
why?i gave you the option to commit suicide,instead of being attakced by my skinnin knives,dipped in syanide//
(you said no)
i left you paralized,i even gave your bitch ass time to familurize//
your self with the wheelchair,your 'fly' new ride,but you stayed resitant//
but im persistant,as the knife opened you painfully from the inside,i see it in your eyes,your trying to synergize//
but beleive me ill be there when you reach your apex,drape you in latex,lube you up,send you straight up,your mothers thighs//

....bitch,you belong in there,you need to grow up a little,shit.

i think thats fair,fucking teddy bear bitch...wannabe faggot,you give rappers a bad name

(and the doctor said)
your a fucking disease,thats now plaugin emcees for centuries,like influenza entities//
cept you leech,and take away the life force,to the point where noone likes rap no more//
the strong survive this condition for sure,with an antidote in the shape of metaphor//(the worlds a stage)
and straight up incinerate you in a blaze of ill characture,but i cant be too hard//
with a name like lil cashflow...you must be poor...
when i drop from my planet,i shatter the floor the core cant handle,astound you,lighting metamorphs swords around you//
with the strength of the all mighty in my palm,extend my arm,cause you one hundred percent burns,(ahh),grevious bodily harm//
bismillah...
oh did i forget i do burners??...my bad...

masallamah