Jay... Fuck this, I called people's out in audio, now let me take this this sick swede will teach you all about Harlem shake kids I challenged Hw, phoe and spex but no one answered yet this man's respect demands more yet than bitches twitching sickness, stitches, lick this bitches, blizz is sick n wicked kicking sick shit, flippin grits for sick ass snitches, it's tickin' shit's finger lickin' good sticking my wood through yo hood good's do no good I'm fuckin pure evil and feeble asshole crap, read it and weep or i'll pop you like a snapple bastard it's crappy wackness, pimslappin act's that's pure baffled hell yeah sure I'll tackle a reply in the lyricists forum gimp but meet me in audio and I'll stomp you like a cockroach blizz got flows, so challenge Soy in English and I'll top those the tables has turned yo and the whoa fables will burn slow hell I am yo' bud but the peace has to settle here brother or shit'll get pure freaking ugly like hwarangs little old mother fiddle with an answer and it'll be weak like twigs snatching watch yo mouth or it'll be a bunch of wiggers over reacting just moving the fractions of fools proofing their actions son fact's is this main, my actions is this sane? Whut? Challenge it's like finding the balance between average and malice Jbrasco, you're a nice ass lyricist but drop the attitude son so go record some real tracks and try to get to my altitude son no hard feelings main...men det e antingen dags att plugga jiddret eller att droppa audio rakt av :) peacerrz n one!