I know if I couldnt rhyme and I was poppin all types of shit, I'd probably tear up every time I looked in the mirror.

Look dog, bottom line, if your mic game aint on point, u aint no emcee. Issues of swag, flow, spits and punches quickly become moot if ya cant even spit...

Nigga, your raps sound like a homo phone sex line. When I heard you rhyme I actually felt sorry for you. Which dont mean shit, but don't act like you're a King when you know in your heart you're a herb ass peon.