Call yourself Young Hallow, Well I'm the Soul Reaper,
You already in this hole so stop diggin yourself deeper,
Now lets get this straight 'fore I reduce you to rubble,
I didn't unbury the hatchet I just gave you the shovel,
So don't start start trouble If you ain't willin to call a truce,
You handed me a length of rope now Imma tie you a noose,
You messed wit two of the best at the same time,
Big Berd (that's me) And that dude Jay Crime,
Damn, Jay Crime? What did he do to you?
That ain't important this about what I'm gona do to you.
Tryna hit me up with old rhymes but I ain't fuckin shook,
Get with the times you be livin out ya history book,
Just call me The Joker cause you know I'm bout to clown you,
Can't get like me I spit circles around you,
Lyrically astound you with rhymes so sick,
I beat you pound you trick, you just a bitch you prick,
I'm gonna sneak up from behind you shoot you in the back,
Fuckin strangle you to death like an asthma attack,
Chop your rocks like crack, juice you like a tomato,
Smoke you like a blunt, peel you like a potato,
Tryna claim you the greatest? Dude you might as well quit,
So just submit when I spit that sick shit,
That's right I'm a sick fellow, So ill my shit's yellow,
I go hard like cement you soft like carmello,
Elo! Shit, why you mad at me for,
I'll blast you into the sky like a barrel of C-4
Or a tank of cyanide, cause I'm gassin' on you,
That's right stompin on your turf tresspassin' on you,
Dumpin shit on ya face so you stop runnin your mouth,
You a one-hit wonder I knock your sorry ass out.
You livin in a glass house, so stop throwin stones,
I might as well just take a loaded nine and show up at ya home.
So put ya game face on you ain't ready for this,
You've attempted and succeeded in gettin me pissed,
I can't blindly dismiss the arrogance you've displayed,
Thought you was winnin the game but dude you got played,
You landed on my boardwalk, and I got 4 hotels,
You can't pay this rent so Imma bid you farewell,
A speed demon from hell, I am fast like a car,
I'll rip you outta your shell, like the snail you are,
Stop slimin' on my style, I will drench you with salt,
Like a sponge in the desert, you just dry up and halt,
Stopped dead in your tracks, cause I won't let you pass,
This toll booth ain't got free parking so don't even ask,
You crash, and you burn, hope there's a lesson you've learned,
Don't you ever try and take what you haven't fuckin earned.
The past comes back to haunt you, again and again,
Lemme introduce you to the Good Lord, amen.
But I ain't gon take you to church, all joking aside,
I am talkin bout sendin you to otherside.
me and him are friends now
anything else u wanna kno cuddy