Any Last Words?


This fool cant contemplate so he fabricates that he creates! …
Ill desecrate your spit, you “verse” is more like a “debate” with a “soul mate” …
Pulling out prewrites like the tweezers to when he masturbates …
My punches would rip you through armor plates…
don’t wait for ill lines to come to you, rap + you don’t equate…
“JUSS BLAZE,” how clever, names himself after the worst emcee ever…
However, he’s not useless, he sucks dick forever charging nothing whatsoever…
Be clever, don’t bring your weak shit to your next endeavor…
You couldn’t visualize ill lines if I “maximized” them and tatted them on your eyes…
Its ironic that u battle when u already knew this was mine…
Why you call urself ‘emcee’ ur more like a bitch sniffing for asses to follow…
Don’t even know why you “spit” the homeboys tell me you good at the “swallow”…
But lets think realistically, in actuality you another casualty exposed to radiant ill lines and dead instantly…
This Poser poppin lyrics out of pistols all plastic no chrome, you coulnt think of a ill verse if I wrote one your dome…
When this fool runs out of lines to ‘bite’ he makes meals out of thick dicks…
Damn this shit was over before it begun, a little anticlimactic…

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R.O.K.