Prophet, I fight force, verse got so many minuses, looks like you write morse// My punches spite whores with spiked swords, hit you about 5 times, so theres nothing to cry for// Grab your neck tighter than the way prisoners grip the soap// I'll slit your throat, like a reciprocal-oh, watch as I flip-this-ho// Like I was selling fights, you got a beating-in-store and you fleeing-in-drawers// Your liquid flow? i'm peeing-in-yours, hab gets under your skin, and have you bleeding-from-pores// You're fighting an evil source-of-sin, so ill that i'll leave your throat hoarse-again// With ten times the force-of-men, i'll split your mug like cheap chinese porcelain// Fuck the manifest of your destiny, i'll take your ass to school for testing-me// I laugh at what you best-would-be, couldn't be as ill as me if you had aids and had sex-with-me// I never spare-the-best, I punch holes through bitches and have peeps like wheres-his-chest// I scare-your-text, and leave you like fat bitches, wheres-his-neck?// Get punched harder than a slut-off-the-street// I'm gory @ neighborhood conventions, i'll gut-out-your-meet// Like sunlight to vamps watch as I shut-out-this-freak// Like greek calendars, i'm known to cut-out-the-week//
exactly 16 lines..the max