Da BoMB wrote:
Homie you cant rap// I cant under stand anything,, are u talkin about a jap?// all your rymes are crap//
Get it in your head leave the rap game en go to bed//
u got a steel clip? lol i think your mistakin its actually your mammas teeth goin into your hip//You aint no top dog// Ya your the top frog hoppin on his logg//A yo im askin sum chicks to come ova tonight
YU wanna come?// yu bring the rum// we gonna have sum fun// YA **** YOU YA RIGHT// First yu need to grow BALLS en fight!!!!
who is dis clown do he kno i spit rounds
you the first ta step up u got balls
but its my turn and the caskets called
ya rhymes are dust i brush my shoulder off
talkin bout chicks that u aint never had
the only sex u ever had was wit ya dad
me a frog but u's the fly
and my toung gon get u bçuz i see in my eyes
ya future in rap is obselete
funny bunny punk ya wak ass rhyme put me ta sleep
and i kno how ta post thats why my rhymes have no FUCCIN bleeps
step ya game up commin at me/ im a bad man like a villan on tv/ and yes the top dog has spoken/ get a pen and pencil get ta jotin/ b'cuz u freestyle never thats gon stiff and rotten/ im plotin on the next rhyme u gon put/ dont be a bitch its only words and i kno i got cha shook hook
