HAHA k You "light" in "weight", clearly all ya spittin was baby lines/ (hes a light weight)
Durmil bout to make ya mom regret May 11th of eighty five// (his birthday)
Cuz I pull a mic out ya anus-straight through ya palm/
I aint calm, you can download me killin him on rotten.com//
I spit curses, ill "put you to sleep" by "recitin' one of your own verses"/
Its gon get worse, you "caught my fire" like "satan worshipers"//
Don't ever rush into a battle, u sprung for cocks so disregard the chicks/
Only time u spitin fire is when you mix hot sauce wit cum from suckin' dicks//
Put knives in ya face, kill ya quicka than the text you waste/
Ya gay, keep ya career where the bullet is, below ya ''waist"//*
I attack-cats, thinkin I "punched behind you" the way i "gashed-back"/
Bc's verse be like a "thong", "one flimsy line" and the rest "half-assed"//
You should jet, when my punches unleash I'll dismount ya breath/
Already taken away ya W(win) now you only got 25 letters in ya alphabet//
Where ya law low? Frisco? well lets go, pussy u can catch me at Fresh Co./
Shoulda been a no show, Ya loss came "surprising" like the "Joe Schmo Show"//
Dont mess with, Im raps 'Frank Sinatra' call me a classic/
Next Time ill "bounce you areond" Like a fuckin "elastic"/

Lines 19-20.....God Your Dead
BC's vision a blurr, bitch soft like fur and Durmil aim to rup-ture/
Pump more metal(bullets) through ya body then wolverine's stuc-ture//
(wolverine's his avatar.....omg thats sick)

*meaning his dick is the size of a bullet
dont understand any other wordplay or punches or w/e dont vote