alright adapt i'm bouncing for the week end so here's my verse.




Spitting flames…programmed to maim…directed at ya torso…to leave flesh dripping from your frame…
Feel the strain…as I infiltrate ya veins..travel through each passage and disconnect the brain…
It's devastating pain…in this torture game…DNA splits like atoms as your blood gets drained…
Experience the wrath…as you see my spirit pass…extract ya spinal chord and slice your mass in half…
Blood drippin from parts…destined for the bath……as I pummel fists at your cranium and ya skull falls between your calf's…
I'll tear the limbs apart…death from the start…muscles ripped to pieces as I puncture holes in your heart…
This mind is so unique…aligned with my speech…pulling out your eyeballs til the pupils meet your feet…
Unable to be beat…so pay attention as I speak…I'll make you eat your verse, just so you can taste defeat…
Your futures fucking bleak…as I creep deep and inject morphine into ya bloodstream to leave you to rot within a week…
Who can last the distance…as my tongue spits like pistons…showering you with acid to burn through your resistance?…
Body covered in blisters…screaming like an infant…as I scorch ya tissue with fireballs and end your existence…
Killing your persistence…with my fist punch…striking you with multiple blows until you crumble in an instant…
Thought forms like halogen…to damage shallow men…thrust my foot deep through ya back until my toes split ya abdomen…
Rib fracturing…both lungs jacking in…I'll even duplicate ya mind because you need to think twice about this battle again…


punch time kids

Rip this textcee in my range have him in ashes like a smoker deranged,,
adapt's mediocre and lame also not makin 'much sense' like 'sofa change',,
Like departments stores im 'rappin tighter' u ate on the 'web' like im a snacking spider ,,
Im the attacking tiger and i heard yah girl left cuz you fail to 'fill her up' like appetizers,,
Im notorious at gay bashing and 'revealing your fakeness' like playmates flashing,,
Im into 'Roc-A-Fella' fashion and i 'hit close to home' like that Pentagon crashing*,,
Lol this punk is candid one swing and your face is underhanded,,
Your left stranded when i 'steal this win/wind' like asthma pump bandits




g'luck