verse is due tomorrow aight man, I forgot to put it down


*pickin up da mic*

i'll pick you up and puncture a hole through you like a voodoo doll
blood jus falls downstream and gushs out as if it were Niagra Falls
I spit bars dat Golden Corral and Shoney's haven't even probably carried
shoveling dirt on your computer it's your final resting place to get buried
your pad and pen nigga go ahead jus set it on da ground
even though i'm on my computer I'm still gonna shut it down
my lyrics have you running around in circles like a dog chasing it's tail
home boi in yo mind keep thinking i'm a test to ace and you gonna fail
your girl told me riding your dick was like a bike with training wheels
erectile dysfunction must really make it "hard" for sensation to feel
Cashville is Trashville mainly straight trash from your trashed lyrics
your armored fortification I've cut through and lyrically pierced it
all your vital organs and signs are left all in da open
swallowing my lyrics are horespills keeping you choking
AK have unloaded da 47 leaving you mentally affected
you'll reign forever and ever on "Rap Battles Rejected"

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*Nashville city*