This K's a fake vet, sweats blood when I carve an L in his thin bone,
And i'd son you but all your verses die from Instant death syndrome,
You were wack in the past, guess the present and future's the same,
But what'd I expect?, a letter's the best ya could think of for a name,
I'm handin you a loss faster than Feeble denied ya fake ass from elite,
Idiot's mind's eye's blind like his verse was written on a pop iris sheet,
But that's Special K,tards unidentified like he ain't got a cereal number,
'Cause K roars but can't strike, fag should've named himself thunder,
K could only elevate if his location was flipped an he was Knocked Up,
I'm slamming him back a letter, What the fuck? his crew STILL sucks!

pop iris - papyrus , J-Crew

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escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder