iight this is my battle verse against djulien
i'll cut off your "left" leg so you can't get off on da "right" foot…you eat so much pussy you clean your mouth with your wife's douche//
watch how this kid get punched harder than time-cards…i'll wound your cerebellum deeply just to leave your mind-scarred//
your words are like cotton so i know that you can't rhyme-hard…D is about to get walked on more than fallen pine-straw//
imma rip out your vocal cords and leave you more fucked than da local whore…further more, your verse is like a mime because it's a social bore//
comin at me with rhymes that are so-so is a no-no…you should have pretended to be a shut down theater and been a "no-show"//
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