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somebody gonna die...
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yo' fuck wit ~VaSt~KnOwLeDgE~dog he got the hughest tools/
that'll make the hughest dudes cop a bitch attitude//
and speakin of you- i don't mean to be rude/
but, i'll twist ya' face just like a "Rubics Cube"//
ayo' my aptitude is known to bend spoons/
I'll point sharp objects at ya' body and walk through the "exit wounds"//
~KnOwLeDgE~ bold enuf to walk in ya room/
and destroy the foundation of ya house usin' a "Sonic Boom"//
I carry weapons of mass destruction that's un-tuckable/
so i gotta wear black trench coats like the "UNTOUCHABLES"//
Direkt-Threat catch a direct tek to his neck/
after i push his legs perpendicular to his fuckin' chest//
i teach this fag emcee some Rapbattle Etiquette/
after i dismantle his body usin' verbs, nouns and a few predicucts//
~Vast~Knowledge~ not loosin' this battle/
my mind frame so deep that when i speak the rictor scale shake, shiver, and rattle//
"Direkt" catches "Erekt" peni between his teeth/
he one of them "Anti-Heteresexual Emcee's"//
and i could let you borrow my style to use against me/
and you'd still get ya' ass killed in "VVV"//
I'ma verbal mercenary wit enuf artillery to make you drop a kidney/
you must be kiddin' me~you beatin' this Emcee~it's like i'm throwin' pitches to some sandlot kids when i belong in the major leagues//
my verbal styles decimate ya'll/
detonate on all~leavin ya' neck and chest "Direkt-ly" next to ya balls//
~KnOwLeDgE~ rhymes will shatter fault lines inside ya' mind/ and crack ya frame untill you shake and convulse from a brain quake//
i make ya vein shake~you feel like ya' heart was ripped from ya' chest and stepped on after it fell//
i send consecutive infections to ya' body until you form advance "sickle cell"//
starin' in my eyes is like lookin at death/
cuz just for fun i'll staple ya' hands to ears and beat your ass cus you act deaf//
continuiosly speakin'~leavin' ya body covered wit' steel/
until you squeal` like you just recieved an anal "Papsmire"
~VaSt~KnOwLeDgE~
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