yo yo here is a lil quick keystyle as usual man i work to damn much..lol not sure how many bars we were supposed to spit but its all good if i lose i lose im cool wit that

yo you the reason RB sucks dick
couldnt spit if i pissed on your lips
i spit lyrical spears leave you like da rest in a trail of tears
im your nightmare your worst lyrical fear
your rhymes are ineffable never getting the point across
leave you wit a passion tied to a mic laced cross
im here to castigte this bitch leave him wit out a clue
let him know stepping up to the mic wasnt the right thing to do
the outlook of this battle is tenebrous you will exalt me before im through wit dis
i havent even begun to dip in my bag of tricks i could drop 5 bars and flood your whole spit
leave you in a see of pronouns and verbs pull the plug so you can drown in my words
like a prhopet you will live and die by my proverbs or end up bleeding on the curb
my spit is meticlous your bars of jiberish are ridclouis why you want to fuck wit dis??
like leaves on trees im constantly changing emcees like you im constantly rearannging
leave you like a severed member there is no replacing
but im anxious my mind has been racing and i have been debating on displacing you
but i rather display you for thw whole world to see the first transvetie emcee
i have heard of battling a bitch but never one wit a dick dressed as a chick
but if the shoe fits wear it either way im winning this battle i swear it
so grit your teeth and bear it and save your self the embaressment


"don't get mad or hate me its not my fault your mom tried to rape me"
Krackmittens