Speakin Pre-verbally-wrecked, like it was historically-texted,
Should be warning-wats-next, HA… u ain’t got no groupies to be mourning-ya-dealth,
Start showin-respect, drawin the lines-are-fine, ur aight… but u can’t Text-wit-mine
It’s a part-of-my-mind, how I leave u like ur fuckin name……….Pet~rified…
In lines-u-lied, I’ll turn-ya-a-sinner, couldn’t have six names an vote just to Make-u-a-winner
I’ll be servin these sick sermon’s…while you’ll be…..Servin-me-dinner…
Ur style~is~thinner, PREFECTED-so-eas~a~ly, I connect-‘till‘~ya-see,
Ur verse was nice..umm… but nothing in it was direct~ed-to-me…. (no personals)
Im textin~disease, Mimickin Mrs. Cleo u couldn’t Blame-or-hex-me, spittin game-wit-textcees,
How u supposed to WIN battles when u can’t spell your name-correctly!!! (petrify ~is Petrify)


~Sonned

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Damn… some ‘common sense’ must not be so common-to-u…
Scared of your shadow?…trust me that’s always been Following-u....



TEST me.....you'll soon be ~Sonned~