even on text, this man choke like a clone of b-rabbit,
his cash complex like his rhymes; he still don't have it,
how does a poet kill a textcee in a battle or song?,
don't know, just read this, i'm hittin this herb like a bong,
and best believe this clown brings no punches,
he just a actor, this just practice, i'll off him with one of my crunches,
i'm a soldier, used to ride with TTI,
now just for fun, i'm makin this newbie cry,
but hold on, before i get off topic,
his rhymes belong in a toilet, i guess u could say he bring that hot shit,
here's some advice for next time, dont' go for the best first, cuz believe me
this battle's done like my breakast dog, over easy.....

^like always, don't vote if u don't get it.....

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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