Voted For: Prophysics

look even in this kids sleep he couldnt full fill his dreams
cuz your style is still worn out like da knee part on ur moms jeans
just cuz u fuck fat gurls doesnt mean your doin big things
weak
see your dealin wit the son of god, creativitie aka jesus
lrycally fucked up ur gimmick and left you wit vanerial deises
decent
my punchlines hitten your face leavin ya def in mutation
have u facin a loss, now u eye to eye wit a critical devastation
no


I'm blazin like an Uzi firin on all cylinders/
I gas pumped Prophysics ma, like a car, I opened her ass, and started fillin her/
no
Prophysics is like a faggot’s brothel, stuffed with talent less whores/
I'll Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war, stranglin' em all with my microphone cord/
no
Regarding rhymin in battles, harsh lesson’s you’re bein’ taught/
I’m the King Arthur of this rap shit, you’re getting’ mauled by Excalibur’s sword
weak punch here
I’ma use it to slaughter you bitch, butcher him till nothin's left, /
the way I'm murderin' you now, your peeps will be lookin' to avenge your death. /
nah

overall proph took this one…just had harder punches & the structure was in place

murdz…you need to elevate more…

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