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I'll rip open your mind just like my name was Hannible
my recital can handle this vandal's lyrical ammo, A fanatical cannibal spittin
nice mulites but thats all u got
textual mandibles against a cold blooded mammal that's barely an animal
I'll beat on your chest, without CPR certification forget the respiration there
won't be any need for recessitation
I'll drag you down to my basement, strip your ass fuckin naked dip my gloves in
nice mulites aite wordplay
glass shavings and beat you into amazement ,Cause Jacka is a gay kid, like scenes
from Pulp Fiction as he eats shit and gulps piss until his lips glisten
I can paint you a mental image to ravage your gimmicks, I easily piss on your lyrics,
you strain to attain my lyrical limits, it's Disasterous Rhymes that you mimic,
this post is ragingly livid, because you insult a beautiful style every time that you spit it

33.5/50
Screw it here is the finisher:

this loss is set in stone like Medusa persuade your vision
crude flows of crimson just entered your lights prism
malice intentions creating dictions Webster's dictionary was missin
you head grinds on the floor missionary to sensor friction
realities given a new transition for you to live in
body bullet ridden, corpse slain with fire from propane
cancerous nose pains leaves stains for chemotherapy to change
now your no game attemps have left you with no gain
you're like a retard with aids, you'll die slow and in pain

over the line limit a TAd bit huh

I’m striking quickly when I’m keying, always shaking static//
Yo, this kid aint getting heated, he’s just a flaming faggot//
Nice wrdplay..an punch average
I can make it happen, you lose and I will take the win//
Your boyfriend caves your ass in , cuz you like to play with men//
LOL
Don’t deny your gay in trends; you smoke sausage like a chef//
Your cock mouth mightily offends; we all caught it on your breath//
aite
You’ll be dodging from my threats; I’m intent on stomping you//
I got you balling from the stress, wondering wut u got ya self into//
decent shit
My defense stops his moves; he can’t score against me//
Watch out, cuz of whom you were speaking, will leave you beaten in two//
But really you got me thinking, “Why you so eager to lose ?” //
Nice punch ..Very CONSISTENT
ya lines hit like beebes..my hollow tips left rips in ya text-ure
Verstyle= Bitch..well thats the definition given in "Websters"

^^that closer did it for me 37/50..very consistent..good shit
orignal also..


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