It's battle time


Creeping On You
I'm calling you out, all of GF
Lay down some words, be a word chef
cut me down, I'll fight ya back
If I don't win with words, I'll kick in your sack

If a sack you lack, then I'll crush your box
then I'll dash back home, as quick as a fox
So lay down a rhyme if you have the time
Lay down a taunt, you stupid caunt.


Creeping On You
it's not rap.

You're supposed to reply back in rhyming form, trying to cleverly and witfully insult me but still making sure to rhyme.

Ugh, as if you associated me with Crap. Excuse me while I puke.