We decided to test out what too different flows would collab like
Murdz drops first
MURDZ-
In the world of punchlines, I was the first to throw a chop at the wrist
Unregisterd pivots outward and blocks the hit, I respond with a kick
The spectrum of my abilities is like no other, twice the times of color
I throw stones that go through the lining of hummers, I've got the lines mimes mummer
You want to fuck this sick teen, I beg any and all faggots please diss me
Throw it back to 87, eat your sugary verse, and call it a sweet sixteen
You don't even get to play the fence, I'll leave you dead on the gate
You're so gassed up, if you contacted warm air you'd condenstate
I was never a novice, that's why to the biters, it's Murdz to watch
If I took my illest verse and ran with it, it'd leave your memory jogged
Fucking biters, you don't rap enough to suck, you're hardly fags
If you bit verses amongst eachother, you'd just be lollying gags
Without good offense, don't start getting defensive
Murdz is precise, I purposely miss the perforated line by ten inches
I'll seperate your upper and lower body like senate and representatives
Twenty minutes, that's twelve hundred seconds, thirty give or take
You could pull your head out of your ass, and still stay spitting waste
Just repeat my name two or so times, in a mirrored room with no lights
My two styles of punch don't move backwards, but nigga they both rights
UNREGISTERED-
All yall RV gankstuhs can get fuckt
Cause I’m the ON original net thug
I step yo the mic to wreak havoc
And rap faster than a speed addict
My lyrics rarely disrespect women
Due to the fact that I wana get with em
Muafucka don’t even be smirken at me
I’ll make you underground rapper permanently
Mc’s sayin “I aint shit” I know I’m not shit
Battling’ me within 5 bars you will have got ripped
I quit smoking but still spit dopely
Claiming your grimy but all you do is bitch homie
Stay sick with the mics until the world ends
I had to get that shit off my chest like Rkellys girl freinds