[J. Jones]

YO, yo yo yoyo...CHECK IT

let this fill your soul and kill you slow..i cast 8 then you castrate after being hit from the venom of the snake//
flipping birds to these nerds with socks filled with turds complaining about the server state...saying "these are all the reasons p99 ain't great"//
so they comprised complaints, devised a plan to hate, then took a one way trip on a plane to hate//
self-proclaimed maestros try reinstate old mechanics that caused damage, but in the meantime they still whine while they have their cake//
no wonder you neckbeards are so overweight, your storage device is the only thing that's a solid state//
you over complicate and overcompensate for your failed real life which you try to escape..what do you think, you can just cast gate?//
make no mistake, your addiction causes infliction that you can't forsake//
what you need to do is detoxxicate before the aftermath can't be erased..//
accept-the destruction, you slept is my presumption...your prison-like dreams can't make you function straight//
the warder's here...oh wait, check mate..now you're on a rampage, the thought keeps you awake//
i would feel bad for ya, but i can't relate and i know it's a drag for ya that you're in dismay//
but hey, i said i won't discriminate. if you're a man behind that breastplate, step up to the plate or else RnF will decide your fate//

I GOT BARZZ, COME AT ME!!!!