did a quick keystyle. just got home from work. good luck kid


my mind is flexing-a-diction-scary, confessing-ta-whippin'-faries//
and skinz's-gay, definition's of "word play" is molesting-a-dictionary//
my skills-harness ill-darkness//
guaranteed to beat anyone who messes with more "male privates" than a drill-sergeant//
your still-garbage no matter how many your win digits-on-this-website//
I'll make your rap choice career come to a "short-stop", like "midget's-at-a-red-light"//
when lifted-I-shred-mics and my intellect won't let me play-fair//
you have "no chance" at this, like R. Kelly opening up a "day-care"//
cmon son, your "shit will never hit" like a toilet that's bottomless//
I'm a rotten-kid, throwing punches so hard they're shattering bones if you try blocking-it//
battling me is like a "dull knife" or the Nets without Jason Kidd, "pointless"//
I'll take your "weed", rip out your "elbows and your knees", and leave you "jointless"//
boning me is your sister's-goal, so I'll give-her-pole until her rooms fixture's-fold//
your bicker's-old, raps pumps out more "negatives" than a "picture-roll"//
every line is impeccable, suburban spectacle, on the verge of being detestable//
"you're on my dick so often," you're starting to look like a "third testicle"//