Hi Louis, you sound like a girl, when rappin, it sounds like a homeless drownin in pearls// And just like Clerks you're 15 minutes after the clockworks, so high only sound you're flippin' is scrollwork and smirk// Slow with hittin' the keywords, seein' drunken herds flippin' birds rappin' words and sayin' yo ass is from a bitch's swallen verse, but you aint hearin anyone singin' only TV wich is full with buzzywords// Low ass quality rap, oldness fitness like'a loneless twat// Dangerous as a ragin' housecat, but in reality, you're a homeless rat! And in combat, Im a hellcat, with brickbats ready to pole cat's// Take of your brathat, in this fight you need scats stats you so G, you pull up the doormat!// Wich you stole from your mother, ass is tapped with bumpers!// Hi as hell, borin' im just givin'a tell, holla betch