What's BITCHMADE is that you made it clear to effect that you were in town and you didn't shoot me an e-mail, a pm, or a phone call to let me know you were in town so we could handle shit... THAT'S BITCHMADE, get it right sweetie. You don't want it with me or my clique faggot so shut your fuckin mouth... D-Sane will smash your fuckin face into an oblivion and I'll fuckin murder you and toss your body into my compost pile and let the flies feed on you bitch. You know how to get ahold of me and yet you didn't say one fuckin peep, NOT ONE. You're the biggest bitch to ever hit the message boards. You're out here trying to convince the entire world you're a G when in fact you're not a G and you don't have any real gangster tendencies in your bones. You're a bitch who hits on his sister and mother when he drinks too much, lives in a small town and wishes he was OG Bobby Johnson. Tell me how gangster it is to actually listen to your PO, cut the fuckin horseshit. You didn't come to town, you ain't never coming to town, and that's the realness of the situation you fucking sweetheart. I'll see you when I see you, fuck this meet up game you play. You ain't a factor and never will be, your beats are fuckin horrible and your flows are just as pathetic if not worse than your whack ass beats. Fuck off and die, and if not, then make yourself known when you see me faggot, cause you don't ever cross my mind except when you're campaigning for INTERNET G-STATUS. Bitch.