Wish Granted... 6 min


Your song has reached the last verse, and Ima just skip the rest
When these punches hit your chest, impact parts and rips your flesh
Must have lost your mind, writing scripts, thinking of tossing mine
Softest rhymes, that only connect when this fagget gets online!
It must be your lucky day; I have to key style the rest in few
I would be lost for cuts, only if I was trying to get the best of you!
You know I’m perfect, while all of your flaws seem to be credible,
Claiming you hungry for a win, well I’m making your lines look edible
If you wrote the verse that you posted, then it must be trash,
Rank? It only takes a ‘second’ to beat you; therefore, he must be last…