3-0 rape win 5 no d/r ya ya 15 line max les go son


MBP, couldnt spit "sick rhymes" if he was readin "poetry" wit "pneumonia"/
couldnt "top" this talented mac if he was standin on his "toenails"// (tip toes...)
couldnt "beat" this lyrical genious if he was put in place of my "heart"/
couldnt "stop" this text devinity cus tha shit's over the moment i "start"//
bitch watch me reveal, a fraction of tactics to let ya get a taste of my skill/
swallow a hollow you tastin da pain, ya face is blood red cus my punches u feel//
you keel when you see, bleed when you read my shit cut yo eyes like "dry contacts"/
bitch you dont want that, lyrical combat get blasted tha fuck back when viewin my raps//
poppin this fag, hackin away at inevitable fate his face gettin laced wit gashes/
his structure collapses to meaningless "fragments", blow him away like "cold ashes"//
im rippin this dipshit wit sick shit like green shit infected wit nuclear waste/
better fuck out my space for u eatin a clip dipped in venom from a poisonous snake//
u gettin flipped by this script, peice of "flipped shit" like u was gettin "shat" out by "Lil' Flip"....XD!
prick yo "shit stanks" u need ~pinesol~ "fresh scent" worse then a ~wood~ "toilet" under a "FAT BITCH!"//