aiight good shyt heres mine check it...


No one comes to ur shows or is supportive of u rhyming//
So when u stage dive its a spring board to u dying//
If we compare styles then lets peep battles & text flow//
Cuz if urs is a cup of Jo then mines ten gallons of espresso//
Slashing - holding swords, dashing holes in ur corpse//
Filmin a movie on broken arms & Im casting both of yours//
Left u froze, had a gun but I was doubtin you would fire it//
Two 9's will put u on ice like Gretzky comin outta retirement//
Abused with steez u'll snooze with ease, u refuse to flee//
Therefore ur actions tell me deceased is how u choose to be//

~~~~~~style switch~~~~~~

You think you're up to the test? aint no way you're touchin this vet//
thunderous text...you need "dashes" just-to-make-your-punches-connect//
I'm like a "pirate discovering treasure"...im bout to "open your chest"//
And leave rising sun's "strategys revealed" like an "open book test"//
your so lame i hardly give an effort, kids a text nerd//
Shoot n leave ya chest exposed like a V-neck sweatshirt//
The way you mistake multis for punches is obsurd to me//
Bitch couldn't cut wax usin mannicans 2 perform surgery//
And i cleaned ya mother's clock...plus i rocked her swiftly//
Came so much down her throat that it blocked her kidneys//

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