by skitzophrenick916 » Nov 5th, '06, 01:16
its funny how this man gonna talk shit of myne, cuz tha truth is he can only text battle, he cant rhyme, go 2 his page listen 2 his skitz, then judge whose really better, TA WHOS GHOSTWRITIN UR SHIT?
cuz its obviouslly not him, if u hear his voice then read his text its hard 2 see if he willl sink or swim, if u blink ill win, run thru tha kink and trim thru his drop by tha hair of mi chinny, chin, chin!
im already doubted but ill be damned if im out battled by this onominous punk bitch who gonna act rattled/
cuz really u must be high 2 think ur better, wen i got ur gurl wetter and more chedda than bill gates while u hide in tha dark and smart sweatas
dont ask me wut tha fucc that last line meant this a quicc drop with no alinement, its juz me no pros or cosignments/
i dont need people 2 write shit for me after this he gonna bite shit from me then i hang him upside down from a chrismas tree in tha middle of spring/
i post riddles and bling, look at mi complexion itll turn ur eyez lyk fiddles and rings, thru tha giggles and scenes ill hav ya soul in this tounament a mere dream!