Histrys 2nd verse
Id kick ya ass in math, like if fractions was a sport- id rip ya in halves, and then divide ya ta fourths//
My lines have u runnin' like a "snot-nose"- digestin my rhymes is like swallowin hot coals//
You think u hard as hell, when u "actually say-soft-scriptures"- I kill more "whack-Mc's-then-A-dolph-hitler"//
Ill have ya 4 lunchtime, "shredded in containers"-Droppin more "Punch-lines then cedric the entertainer//
this fagats so 'fast' he sewed a 'cum-on-tag' to his shirt//
his drastic actions catch a casket wit his rhymes, 6 ft in the dirt//
as the 'master-baits' his penis on a hook so he can catch 'carp'// (carp have extremely small mouths)
he realizes when he faces me his 'life'-long dreams are wrapped in a black tarp//
this will leave your voice devoid and mute//
this verse too "advanced" your "pc can't compute"//
the only "game" you got on lock is your "ps2"//
your lines so "incomplete", you ought to leave "IOUs"//
your words couldn't be on fire even if you were on "flamingtext dot com"//

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