Your eyes I stab with vocab...the lyrical verses you lack,
he named himself darrk cuz all of his vision is black.
Darkness fa you is coming rapidly, better hold on tight,
this bitch couldnt "flow brightly", if he was the electricity to a light.
Metafors hot as hell, I "grill" you quick to perfection,
and serve you to Hannibal Lector cuz rare is his selection.
Gettin fuck'd by fags, he gets flexible by doing lunges,
he "sucks up" more "fluid" than busy dishwashers' sponges.
Your rhymes in your prime are disasters, like head on collisions,
your ambitions crash like the car you've driven...another win for the givin...

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