@ YUNG GULEN..
LISTERN MAN,UR LONG a** RHYMES AINT COUNTING SHIT..
I DONT HAVE TO BATTLE U,CUZ ALL WHAT U DO IS COPY N PASTE SHIT.
AND AK 47,U CANT HOLD IT,..MAYBE THA TOY ONES.
I DONT TALK BOUT WHAT I GET,BUT IF U WANNA KNOW,THEN I GET THA REAL ONES.
I SPIT FIRE,MAKE U SHAKE LIKE WALKING ON THA WIRE.
I GET U LOCKDOWN,AND THE SAME WITH THAT FAKE NIGGA(MAD RAPPER)WHO JUST COME AROUND.
PUNCH-LINES MAKE U FEEL DIZZY,U THINKING U ON SOME MARY-GO-ROUND SHITT..
I DONT WAIST MA TIME ON WANNABE RAPPERS..
I DONT EVEN NEED TO SPIT MUCH,I ALREADY GET U IN EM MORTUARY COOLERS..
BICTH..U OVER..
ok kid this bullshit has to stop/
see me when i kill crackboys right on top/
you obsessed coz your shit just cant popp/
once you try biting this ish, your pc wont cop/
see me when i swing foremost see me when i lean/
my head spinning and the crown in it spitting and shining/
cats realy jealous coz im ag's own king/
my writs are like pure water with all that bling/
you aint poppin, you have a degree in lyrics copying/
you need to develop and grow pubic/
once you do, you can come and start a topic/
battling you is like throwing sugar on a sand/
ima rip you so hard you wont know how to stand/
u shud be cremenated coz burying you is like destroying the land/
ride it with me....cmon......aha....yhe