ahh fuck no, never mention Kreace..
Ahh your fucked up now like Snoop Doog and Tyresse you juss a baby boy//
You wanna spit at this god while you got no dick, go buy a lady's toy//
Mention my homeboys name, reason you got red lasers point at ya head//
Hoping you suffering for ages, i'll lace ya weed, smoke a joint and your dead//
You'll remeber me for centuries your rhymes=elementary i don't like you//
You aint got no clothes, no cars, no hoes, you aitn a star,stay with your dike crew//
Bite who? you aint comparable to Krooked Koncepts, you ask for a battle we accept//
Matter a fact we always win, not a sin but maybe you take advice, dont step//
up to us, we'll bust with no fuss we cuss now your panties are tied together//
Fuck your bitch heather,me and folks are pimps like hats with a feather//
Call me sir, were makin this warfare , so are you serious?//
we delirious,Inferno and biggz losing, thats mysterious//
Like back in the days your Julia Roberts juss a Pretty women//
Your facing all types of drama and torture, maybe doom and//
DEATH, take your last breath My rhyme s are spit their scorch out//
I stand on my porch with an AR 15, i'm mean hto rhymes= torch mouth//
Our Carnival booth will have you be the target for everyone to shoot at//
You a fuckin no name wanna be tight ass rappereveryone is like JT MONEY, Who DAT?
fuck off
RIP KREACE