Shit, my rhyme’s will make your vision blurred~in~red, but yours is so much like…the “first word~I~said“,
Like I said I’ma kill you get yo’ blood and spill~it, but your hits are like the oxygen I breath, I can’t feel~it,
All that verse deserves is fifty~yawns, but mine’ll make you feel like you fell off, but you were never really~on,
When I beat him, he’ll go into an audio~rage, cuz i’ma leave you wit less "options" than your audio~page,
When you battle me dog it feels like your livin~in~hell, cuz I’ll leave your “dome ringing” like the liberty~bell,
this cats “garbage” but his shit ain’t fit for real~bins, I’ll eat you up dog, my dinners served, this meals~in,
the way I write these rhymes you would think I steal~grins, I’m like the grim reaper the way I deal~sins,
he says all of his “intelligence” is made “artificially“, and its all stored in his mind…………..just not officially
He’s gon’ be so sad he’ll “throw himself away” like old photos, “put it in my album” dog you winnin is like tryna find a straight homo