It's April 25, 2024, 02:32:42 AM
Or maybe he thinks ya shit was wack & he'll reply after he's done dissin other opponents who pose a greater challenge. In short--I'll get back to this when I'm bored, cuz I'm not inspired by U.
I Bo U Called Me Out,And Ya Still Aint Posted Up,Why U Dodging Me?
I-Bo trust me, that verse U dropped was wack. That's primarily why I haven't responded yet. & because I don't respect the verse U wrote, I've chose to address other competition right now. U are "low priority" to me right now. I'm battelin 10 men crews & shit, not to mention I have a life outside of WCC. If U want to post my reply to your challenge in here, go ahead, but don't be surprised when these kids say U got served. & don't get mad if I get bored & respond to the weak rhyme U dropped on this thread.Take a look at how shit iz goin right now: First Da6shoota takes on a crew of about 10 emcees & tells I-Bo he doesn't have time to pencil whip him then after I-bo whines about me not payin him no attention, he turns around & tells my lil homie Mack that he doesn't want to battle because he's battlin 5 emcees (minus 1, cuz his verse is already posted for Da6) at the time.I think there's no question in anybody's mind who's ever read anything I wrote, that I could drop some real ill shit on U & send U back into retirement.The mystery is, when will I do it?If anyone wants to see my reply to I-Bo's challenge, go read "I'm the Reason (why I-Bo needs to retire)"
So U want to battle me...hahahahahaaaaa ...U know U done fucked up, right? U must of lost your witts, tryin to challenge the 6/I'll cross U up in the mix & make ya crew jump shipknock the chip off ya shoulder--walk in ya face & spit/I-Bo go back into retirement cuz U need quitU're startin shit U can't handle with a lyrical vandal/I'll burn U & ya wick-wack crew like trick candelsGet ya weapons & ya ammo cuz it's time for war/use ya body to mop the floor--I put in work like choresrhymes begin sweatin out my pores when I get hot/& like heat seekin missiles my words'll blow up ya spotDawg, I'll smoke U like pot--roll U up in a blunt/& put the flame to ya ass & hit U hard from the frontU don't really want no funk with the master of the flex/the KING of the text who shoots game like a TekU'll get wrecked like a car by a hit-&-run suspect/U're supposed to have skillz, but I haven't seen none yetWhat the heck or what the hell--it's all the same.../with a style so lame U should be a shame of ya name"Hi hoe"--that's what I say when emcees act gay/I-Bo'll get that ass bashed if he strolls this waySo what U say--still wanna feel the spray from my AK/I'm puttin my foot down, kickin game like PaylayU'll get mobbed like a melay & beat like a baybay/when I give it to ya ass like cash on a payday ...& I'm just gettin started