Spit before tonight ends...heres mine...

Whos the prophet here, me or you bitch
Cause god tells me to trash fools like you with my spit
I ain't talkin about rhymin, I spit at you with saliva
After this battle you wish you weren't alive I, strive for perfection, through all of my conception, lyrical structure invisible that I'm erectin, prophacyz's wack pussy is what my radar detectin, 2nd place in this battle is what he'll be acceptin
It's quite a quint essential, nessacity
To verablly fill you with holes and decompose you mentally, dog for you to win, it just wasn't meant to be, you wanna battle a newb and coincidentally, you didn't this sickness in disguise, you only see with your eyes but can't read between lines
So what if my battle record's nothin, after this spit they'll stop frontin
When it comes to gay porn prophacyz is smut king