It's June 04, 2024, 09:21:40 PM
No games, no weak verses, I'm coming hard and trueI'm taking a 'W' becuz my rhymes is beyond 'U'U shouldn't even face me, I don't wanna hear this crapEverythang I heard from you, I heard in T.i's rapA canada native rappin about guns, wat a chumpThis nigga like a gas customer, scared of a 'pump'I 'B real' like cypress hill, that's why Infinite selectin meAsk some1, my rhymes comes with a certificate of authenticity Nowww you tellin' the truth is non exsistant like black chalkYou shouldn't write at all, unless it's for rap talkI mean I read ur rhymes be4, they just common pointsIt's like ur written ups got arthritis cuz they all painful jointsLunatic, datso s not somethang he is, to battle me dats wat he wuzBecuz he is like a dead hornet, he doesn't got no buzzMannn, I don't feel threanted, this is an easy win for my filesCuz this cat ain't even decent at writing unless he bitin 'Styles'
^Jookin was talkin bout Mariah Carey, not Papoose - i didnt bite the lineanyways it's 2-2 one more vote y'all.
I'm taking a 'W' becuz my rhymes is beyond 'U'
quiet truth, you could never murder mei leave you in a state where u need surgery, urgentlyi'll lacerate your throat with razor blades verballythen i leave red out cha head like raw burger meat