Quote from: RagingDragon on May 28, 2012, 04:38:55 AM
I dare not compete,
With the muddy dark meat.
Go, go, go, and on the count of three.
Hey, and on the count of three blow up.
Yeah, and that I will, I keep a check a list of rappers I plan to kill. I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal.
You the water boy, nah, more like a dogs chew toy.
I don't me to disrespect, but you're rhymes hit me to no effect.
This is outta love, don't trip I ain't a girl so you aint even gotta worry 'bout the glove.
We're playing hardball.