Juan, you say i have to see your verse to beat you//
I'll rip you, give me the broom so i can sweep you//
I'll give you lyrical injectionz, Death threat intentons, no reflection//
Blow your section, poisionouz and vemonous infectionz, wheres your reception//
My consideration, get a new occupation, because yours aint cuttin it//
No communication, fuck your informaion, i'm loving it//
I cause bigger riots then when PS2 hit shores//
fuckin all whores, your mom is juss juan more//
Your 18 years old and you need to stop rapping, i'm sorry Juan//
But when we see your rhymes, they a waste of time, we juss YAWN//
No hard feelings, i'm stealing this round away from Juan Milly//
No way of healing, start crying... no lying... your dying... Silly//
good luck juan.
i aint in the mood of rappig for family shit but good luck if you make it to the next round...
Nice flow you had milly