Let’s get our differences outta the way, because I know if we don’t, one of us will cower away. We’ve got more negetive energy then a crowded cafe, but I’ve had enough of this grade Ay bullshit, I’m taking crap from grade At Hypocrite. You got some beef, and I’m trying to find it out, but, when I do you look at me like a thief. Everything’s on the table, cuz right now I’mma bit unstable. But, all you seem to be is a bit ungrateful, stuck in the past, the only reason those scars are still there is because, you don’t wanna take off the cast. What makes you a voice, all I hear is annoying noise, when you go, Hip Hop will rejoice, cuz you wanna shit on every single rapper you fucking hoe slapper. All you know is slander, I’m a bar commander. Don’t give me another one of those facts you manufactured. Fuck you, Budden. I want more smoke then London, you act like you actually were an actual artist all of sudden, you should’ve seen me coming. Bars hotter then the cooking muffins in your oven.