Me 'n my nigga Abz bout 2 duke-it out 1nce again & u're all privy 2 Greatness..lol, say thank u.viewtopic.php?f=7&t=102200viewtopic.php?f=7&t=102272
..yet again with Da Windy City Sociopath, LISTEN:
I don't kno who gas'd dis fluke, but I'll leave led in u 'Lute,
I mean why even try? Dey say bullets don't lie.. I'll fill ya head with the Truth
penniless twit, ur annoyin son.. ya brokeass rhymes exploit ya funds,
u knew 2 avoid my puns, but now catch a chin check twice ya unemployment ones
my weapon's wicked, when i flow listen close, theres a lesson in em
Death when spittin..if eva Abz possessed Illness.. it's cuss I'm an excorsism
droppin dat garbage squib, u USETA be 1 of da hotter kids,
shiiiit, I've milked the Game 4 all its worth, while da dude Lute's lactose intolerant
I'm not a trainer but dopeness is nuthin u should press..
ya rep's on such a decline..... dat I'm stock it didn't sculpt a betta chest
I win/U lose..it's a shared tradition son, i spit heat, u spit dat air conditioner
Abz realized da return of Whatz & balled so much.. dat nigga's hair is missin some
look dude u jock me 4 all days, flip my steez then try 2 diss me dweeb?...
No, I script with eaze & flip on geeks..but continue 2 mouth off.. so my dick could breathe.
u'ra wannabe Whatz, a crummy lil pup..I'm Wolf-like amongst dogs..
stay recitin these calls..my white-t's support da hood, but yo white-tee's support Titleist balls
act as u couldn't remember, when I spoke, bullets would simmer,
dey come out past tense as I spit'em..get hit so early victim, ya morning wood'll turn in2 splinters
i gotta fly cock, ur nuts are like nats..
ya jock straps so little, u went an bought some extra guns for this match
it's over rich.. pack it up 'n get lost
my slugs'll hit ya teeth, crack the cavities, 'n hang ya plaque on the wall
been doin dis 4 like EVER! 'n still never stepped in a booth..
becoming an old kook, with clogged arteries.. who's blood flows better than you.