Laughin'..as I reload my "lines" and start blastin'..these gats in your chest leave you gaspin'..../
Now He breathin' through a mask FUCK THAT!, Punch his Oxygen mask-in......../
Rhymes'll leave this kid fatally bleedin,"DAMN you fucked up!..heres a napkin".../ like A horny virgin,You all talk no action.."Killah How Do You Rap So Good?, smack you in the face jus' for askin..../
You battlin Da Bwoy you must love gettin' ya ass-kicked..Like shaq shootin' a 3-pointer, Skill is what you lackin.../
Lock you out your house Guess you gon' be out there forever 'cause spittin' a hot line is the only way you'll get back-in..../
WHATS UP KILLAH!?!,Ya brain is what's "crackin"..Rhymes're spearin' this Kid, A loss is what you tacklin...../
FUCK SLAVERY!, Ya lines are "slippin'" so your bars is what you should be shacklin.../
We both know I spit heat, So when he comes to battle me an extinguisher is what he's packin....../
Verses are surrounded by barriers, So even if you put your hands around your dick you couldn't get "Jack-in".../


and its over lmfao that was aiight i myte of fell off a bit but we'll see how the votin' goes

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KiLlAh BwOy