Prewritten ya face be hittin the ground i hope ya half quitin as i slay this "emcees" crown...
All you see is picture perfect precise precisions when I slice incisions...
Murderous envisions...derive competition in to death coarse collisions…
Head for morticians…found your body being buried underground…
You hung around only to find out I fright kids with a thunder sound…
Wright em down…I bomb grounds with lines quoted as profound…
This con found that my flows bound to spray rounds, strapped a four-pound…
Its ironic how your flows drowned when facing the immaculate one…
Your attempts to put out the blaze are like blind fireman, inaccurate son…
I’m strapped with a gun as I blow shots direct in 4 spots n I won’t stop…
My flows hot…I'm winning this as you can only hope for a vote swap…
fuck that, I’m releasing 'caps' like 'graduating from academies'…
It’s a tragedy how my attacks are fucking up your anatomies…
Hammers strike to splatter knees, as I spit words to shatter this fallacy…


get the votes in

this kid wants to prewrite i'll go over the line limit


aight

peace


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