You aint Dylan tho and you dont spit hot fire...
Hardy har har. U know that spit was fatter than jar jar. Binks, I'll make u flinch and blink, spit some shit so nasty, it'll have u runnin to the sink. If Dylan spits fire then I'm drooling nukes. If 619 won any battle, that shit was probably a fluke. Rattle u like a baby toy. U ain't no real McCoy. U Still livin with ur momma, call him baby boy.