First Round Rip
 

You wan’na battle me? That’s your first mistake
‘Cause War, Disease and Death ride in my wake
The weapon of my mouth discerns real from fake
And it tells me all you do is verbally masturbate.

I’ll stuff my sword in your belly and your genitals castrate
Then spit flames ‘till you drown in a fiery lake
That means you’ll sleep as a bitch and never awake
That’s how I deal with novices that step up to my plate.

Now you see how I’m walking - why can’t you emulate
And you hear how I’m talking - why can’t you assimilate
‘Stead you wan’na run your mouth and make me irate
Got me transformin’ like Hulk, no longer call me Nate
I’m Seraph Maverick Zenith and it’s your turn to partake
In an unprecedented tongue-lashing reminiscent of rape
Don’t even try to deny it - you’re the only one who can relate
To havin’ either tongue cramps or an ass with an ache.

You should bow down now and start to supplicate
‘Fore I super-size my vocab’ and you annihilate
Then bathe in your blood my fury to sate
Leave my dick in your throat and your head decapitate.

If I tire of spittin’ in the mike use your face as a surrogate
All for you dishonorin’ my personal name’s sake
Wreck you like a vehicle so strangers stop and gape
At the mesmerizing carnage only I could make.

I insult you to your face - I don’t insinuate
I throw bricks at your body ‘till I hear bones break
The sound of your whimperin’ won’t lessen my hate
So keep your mouth closed like you were tryin’ to suffocate
‘Cause your blood’s the only form of payment I’ll take
Now don’t say your sorry - it’s much too late
And don’t try to rap - sounds better when I defecate
Just write out your will and accept your fate
‘Cause you might run but you can’t escape.

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Apologies, I read the one post per day notice after I already put this stuff up.

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