my victims bruise-n-bleed, this dude steppin again is new-to-me..*
surprising, cos usually my battle raps end up as eulogies..
mcs aint what they used-to-be.. wack kids, my dispels-are-insane..
no votes for calamity, cos bitin chinos the only way he XL's-in-this-game..

Plating my knuckles-with-brass, Ill slam clam's face-into-glass..
burn the herb, leave a match by your corpse after I drench-it-in-gas..
attack-with-an-axe, beat ya till theres no bones-left-to-crack..
Twist up ya neck till you can count-tha amounta holes-in-ya-back..

propellin-the-pain.. ya cant last, ya half assed imagery is faulty-n-merciful..
punches missin-me while my verse crunches with riveting multis-n-personals..
snubbin-n-hurtin-you..id end it, bitch, but i wanna see ya suffer-in-pain..
cos frankly this kid couldnt hold down if i handed him cuffs-n-a-chain..

tough-in-the-brain, server minds wit clever rhymes, while loosin-my-mental..
im fuckin crazy, now y'all understand how easily i beat dudes-with-a-pencil..
rip bitches fit for clips from the six clipped to my hips, flip'd hits u threw-me..
this kids dick's licked by his click, crew voters, but im a misfit-for-newbies..

by even challengin me again, i can see you got no more than failin-grade..
fuck a icepick, ill impale-a-blade, calams no em, but hes still trailer-made..
droppin his mic-fast, on the run, afraid of the shame that his types-cast..**
sorry nigga, but youre the first black man to be classified as white-trash..

*beat him before
** thats types as in what he types... not his type

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