Iihgt kid, its time, explicit gone bury another cat wit a slick rhyme//
Now u sayin u gottz a sick line? I can predict u’ll be quick dyin//

U know as well as I do, now u’ve made a fuckin mistake//
Challenging explicit u just asked me to dig ya fuckin grave//

I make u my fuckin slave, call you ernie after I get sick of callin u dave//
U nuttin but bitch made, sikline got sick on da keyboard, cuz da kids afraid//

I’ll be sittin laughin after the battle, while you lay to rest//
I make you my next victim of fagrappers while I slit n rip ya chest//

I rip ya text, toss it out like yesterdays trash//
This bitch is yesterdays laugh, time to make fun of anuther faggot bitch ass//

Finisher-
Sik-line- I still don’t get what you mean by sick? sick of suckin dick?//
Why’d you come here – you must like the attention of being ripped n called a bitch//

(shitty finisher but I’m in a hurry)
good luck on ya spit kid …………..

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ExPlicitOT
~'LyRiCaLLy UnToPaBlE'~
~FrEe AgeNt~