Your A Cursed Mc
Who's Never Heard Of Beef,
Does The Third Degree Burns Dispersed From Heat
From Behind My Serpent Teeth
Make It Hurt To Breathe?
Ya Had The Nerve To Think You Can Unearth The Beast.....
Now Leave The Murder Scene
In Urgent Need Of Emergency Treatment,
But Surgery Performed At The Infirmary
Are Currently Seein',
Number 3 And Your Like 4,223
So This Means You Wont Be Seen Until At Least Next Weekend
My Enemies Are Left Weakened, Seepin'
Like Leakin' Sink Valves,
Theres Reasons For Not Fuckin' With Me And The Team Pal,
Hmmmmmmmmmm, Let Me See...get Him!!!
Now Your Catchin' A Verbal Beatdown
You Scream "owwww!!!"
But All I Hear Are Feet Pounds (thump, Thump, Crunch)
From Me And My Peeps As We Cleet Clowns,
So Delete Doubts Of Me Meeting Defeat Now,
Or Be Meat When Its Time To Feed,
S.v. Out!!!!!


(give Me Some Constructive Criticism On This And The Rest Of My Verses In Open Mic. Holla At Ya Boy. One.)

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Originally Posted by Nick Fletcher. I don't drive an Eclipse, they're chickmobiles.

QUESTION: Is it even possible to improve upon perfection???
ANSWER: CRHYME SINDICATE



"I remember this one time I thought I was wrong........but I was mistaken." -Unknown




R.I.P. Jonathan "ONE MAN BAND/TERUMOTO" Nigro. Goodbye brother. God bless the dead. One love.