an open letter to a bitch ass nigga
*(clears throat)*
dear sincere,

your a miracle!, how are you here?
with your mother bein a dike and father bein a queer
wow!..., thats an amazin conception
wit no 'proof' we don't beleive ya 'bizarre' recollections
me wit a pen is a deadly~possession
shiiit a freestyle would cursh you in eleven~seconds
i blast~weapons crash~sessions cuz you whack to me
you ass~bettin half~steppin like an amputee
i'm scorchin~wit~heat, you'll do more~than~just~freeze
one bar, your temperture''ll drop forty~degrees
a verse'll burn ya soul leave ya corpse~in~the~breeze
katana slice gills in ya back you'll need water~to~breathe
you finished!, naw hol up ya rep is non-existant
you couldn't wreck a bar wit a bomb~in~a~prison
shit, you couldn't wreck a bar in a brawl in a tavern
nor could you call a shot if you phoned a black talon
i'll own you in this challenge like i went n bought ya publishin
i spit excruciating pain you reply i'm a double it
a siamese death i got barb wire breath
if you feed of my verse the words'll scar up ya chest

sincerely,
skaal

ps. that was just a warm up you pussy

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