my verse... i ain't gonna feed... i'll just flow and diss as wack as i can

darkplanet... hmm... diss diss diss this bitch and deliver hits/
he has no flow like he got his lines from the river stix/
i'll decapitate him like he wanted a head up/
to get up... pay attention when i'm mentioned! don't get fed up/
i never had to feed beef to netcees but this one wants to be shred up/
suppress your undress style of being fucked cuz i suggest/
you digest that upped stress before violence gets you possessed/
till no rest can flow words vexed then you frozen with my cold words/
you're an old herb that i'm about to show a verse to and put to rest/
in codewords when i roll verbs off my tongue obsurd, sharp enough to leave you slaughtered/
fostered, hard-E-thug talk like you conquered a softverb/
but worse you sound like a rolled turd turned bezerk/
dispersin' shit talk aukward like the english language was not learned/
not taught or observed you perve, i gotta leave you faultered/
broke down and undoctored, so i can flow onward to other battle offers/
you're a wack freak who shouldn't speak or breathe and should just die bleeding/
you'll never be the highest young geek/
only if you're hung and strung up by your wack lines reeking/
of the shit you talk when feeding me my fuel to spit back on weed and drooling/
off the top like a mental crevises leaking fluid drippin' ill shit that you've not seen/
when i let out obsene things from my jaws of life rippin a buick with you in it trying to scream/
you probably have a globe in your closet while calling it darkplanet/
when you have no chance of winning on the computer worshipping janet/
jackson trying to get off with her poster but having to hand it/
and that's it, you prepubescent faggot in action, i'm done, get outta L.L.B.L. packin'/


this is madd professor signing off... peace
good luck and ish


scribbled,
~ProFessoR