See you talk about the things you never had, clips, gats, crack or stacks.. Nah thats how I know you talkin shit on every track just to fit in 'n' pleasure cats but we all know you 'Light off the top' like Pimps in feathered hats! You can get ya melon cracked 'n' we'll all see this preecher on cloud-9, coz when we hear you rhyme all our faces are like we eatin a sour lime (o.X) coz you got a horrible flow, where-as my punches'll 'shock your soul' like sneakers on power-lines! This is ether, devour time, I spit heat n that means a flattened life line for you coz cold flows 'numb' this prick like kids-feet walkin around after night time.. See you n ya crew? we can meet just set a place, ill come alone with a grenade, pull the pin n beat y'all to death with it before it even detonates! 'n' thats what you get for bein a blatent hater, for sayin you the owner of an AK 'n' you bin chasin paper? but you wouldn't 'suit the game' if you were Jayceon's Tailor! ('The Game's' real name is Jayceon Tailor) Comment Only
Posted on: 2012-05-14 16:47:06

Good luck Fiji! Comment Only
Posted on: 2012-05-14 16:47:17

GB Voted: SoupErb /
Posted on: 2012-05-15 04:49:02

CLASSICK u CADET!!! Comment Only
Posted on: 2012-05-15 07:35:25

Dead.Poets > Everybody Comment Only
Posted on: 2012-05-15 09:35:30

good battle yall Voted: SoupErb /
Posted on: 2012-05-15 16:27:33

gb Voted: SoupErb /
Posted on: 2012-05-17 14:06:53