P.S. Don't get triggered KidWit

You piece of low life scumbag trash

Adopted little cunt

Your ignorant

Kidwit?

How bout kidget shot up on the border?

You mexican piece of shit

Wanna bring family into this

Lets go, im not sparing you

I dont care if whether you win or lose

Maybe then youll know im done with our issues

I have youth on my side

By the way buddy, its gonna be a long ride

One month 2 months 3 months 4

We shot hundreds of your kind already, is there really a need to do it anymore?

Roast my uncle? Or are you roasting me?

Fucking pussy

I cant spit like you can, we already know

So theres know point in this flow

So should i stay or should i go?

Ima stay, so, HELLO, HELLO, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

Stay back everyone, i repeat stay back

Cause im battling a drugging addicted to hi dads crack

But he has conserve it, since he left for the milk 20 years ago

And he always thinks hes gonna come back for it tomorrow

But he tried to climb the border

Trust me it was horror

We slaughtered the taco selling fucker

What a sucker

A sad, sad, boy

That we all had to destroy

But we liked it, we all enjoyed it

Now is you, desperate piece of shit

Your chocolate skin makes me wanna vomit

Your the main target

You make me get sick on your stolen carpet

Go ahead and win

I dont care

At least you now know that i took a dare

And thanks for giving me time to prepare

But trust me, later on, ill be spittin everywhere

And anywhere

My thank you speech will be 20 minutes long, 75% inducted to you

And how its your fault you how you made me continue

As my hate for you grew and grew

Sadly, yes children, its true

I did lose to a mexican to a rap battle

Thought hed challenge me to who can sell the most tacos

Of course he won, i am american

Your disrespect gives me adrenaline

And im spitting and hustlin'

After this youll be burned so bad youll need medicine

Well, this was only a 60 bar battle, so, I should stop

Since ive almost roasted you to to much

But before you win, and i go

Just know

When you wake up tomorrow

And your in sorrow

Waiting for your dad to get the milk back, or tacos, or what ever

Just know something, i should have fucked you over, and i should have done it with pleasure