Its like…

You’ll have to plunge your types into grimey sewage to ever spit ill,
Lunge your light pre writes! Who would sign this spewage he spills?
Front your crew, ill bring reality to their minds with this violence I do,
This kid thinks its real, but boy this is Internet battles & I don’t feel you/
Your lent brooked displays dropping with proud ways for a known faggit,
Lol..your bent ways showing this crowd how these bars treat your habit/
Haha..even if you worded with verbal, your material wouldn’t abuse me,
You think your hits are herbal..nah..just home made shit dropped for free/
See boy, I spit prophesies cause from the sign in I knew I beat you fool,
You script like lotteries cause you aint likely to succeed through this duel/
Your comical acts don’t hit the topical facts to produce a minute lecture,
English..haha, your better of staying at maths as your lost counts gain extra/

Quickness...Uppin on you to spit now..30 minutes…