AIGHT ERES MY VERSE OFF LAST BATTLE.

I’m gonna ‘pop’ ya with the way I’m ‘Crush’in you.....
And make you ‘feel like shit with the way I’m ‘flushin’ you.....
It takes him seven days to write a verse cuz his spits-are-weak (week)......
And only five of those days during the month is when he hits-a-streak (his period).....
My rhymes shot bullets and ur the one i'm gunnin for next.......
they'll flip ur chin back like u got PEZ in ur neck......
there's no option other than to accept a sad plight.....
this battle for you will reflect ur success on this site.....
B-B ur rapping is over, see if anybody still cares......
cuz u won't be sayin shit, like Stephen Hawking without his wheelchair......

__________________
Met!culous