Fucka personal on Brix, we all know him well enough...
Ain't even gotta look, cuz I know he'll spit whack stuff.
See, insults inspire him but he still can't verse, I fear...
Even though all of us have inspired him for over a year.
Descending in revolutions towards abyss, nothin else forseen...
Spittin sick literally, can't flow cuz Brix needs dramamine.
He's just got puny ideas in dissary like tiny microbes...
So lookin in B's ear, is like lookin at a snowglobe.
Slice him in half with wit cuz he's spineless, weak, and fucked...
Like an pearless oyster he's worthless, ain't even fit ta be shucked
Brix failed geometry, thought polygons were dead parrots...
So the closest he'll come is losin by a hare, and his fuckin carrot.

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