*his sig says “Comedic writer”
**Look at his costom title

Cant recognize illness, so u even come wack when your biting
And the only real comedy, is the fucking fact that your writing*
This ain’t a battle; it’s slaughter, cause this fuck lacks wisdom
I’ll bless him, and dump his corps in the water...like a baptism!
My raps split him, so I only have a prayer to offer his ken-folk
Before we battled,
I should have got on his level......by jumping out of my window!
Nigga, I use my spits as a gun and I’ll kill him with this weapon
I Upper-handed him some ill lines....But this bitch aint catching!...**
Not starting your car, or Taking a shit....Nigga, Nothing’s safe!
He though he’d win, but reality hit.....& broke his fucking face!
I’ve made a living bussing 8s, & I’m just learning to use this art
A win is nothing...
So I’ve decided to up the stakes...& drive’em through his heart !

-W1

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Edited for spelling

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