you bitches… will die ‘sucking’ like freaks with a fetish for sociopath penises//
‘Urine’ a whole toilet bowl of trouble… its no wonder that you both reek of piss//
The evilest egotist… speaking grievances on sequences//
When knightshade rocks the mic it seems as if… lifelong atheists start screaming “JESUS LIVES!”//
Believe me bitches… even in paralysis, from head to toe ya'll feeling this//
Coming to bring life to peoples kids like semen jizz//
Conceited as… any other monster hybrid with no weaknesses//
accept my Call out? stop dreaming for a piece of this… optic vibrance scar your iris'es//
Ultravirus… streaming quick through modem ports to start up riots//
On the mic… these kids do more ‘yo-yo's’ than Oprah diets//
I heard your calls to violence and I answered… got ya skulls in vices//
knight’s the type to crush ya minds ‘til the bone fragments clog your sinus//
You both won’t ‘survive’ this… call it bias but ya'll getting voted off our 3 man island//
You’ve lost your ‘Deadly’ touches… like contra fighters with arthritis//
Coming at me with that weak shit… looking like ya lost your slaughter licenses//
Pussies… I harm vaginas and I know these whore’s coordinates//
A solo vocalist with more potent opiates than your dope associates//
‘You guy Superior’…? ok… get on the floor your holiness//
G’ahead… try and get these boots out your colon orifice//
STILL posting glorious… with more warheads than the former soviets//
Ya'll won once?… should’ve savored it staying on the shore harmonious//
knightshade… sorta like the wealthiest of Microsoft executives//
these kids in deep shit… upside down… i think it’s time to swallow excrement//
I let ya'll flow awhile so ya might’ve seemed cool… to degenerates and special problem residents//
The poster children for tiny gene pools… and as expected… ya'll deny your mom’s incestuous//
Ask Mr Spit, his “girl Not The Only Slut” cuz even he sees you both “Dangling” off my nuts trying to get competitive//
And like kids with speech impediments… ya'll k-kinda t-talk repetitive//
Damn Bitches… ya even more wack for bein a cracker that wishes they was melanous//
Watch knight the specialist eat comp… I relish this//
shade damages battlers… challengers and manager’s with recklessness//
I’m horror’s gory genesis… yet yall stand there with that bloody gash across your wrists//
knightshade slaps hostages while these cats talk politics and asks for armistice//
64 000 bells alarming kids… that’s one for every dick you both gone and kissed//
… Exploding blood vessels in ya capillaries… inject a vicious threat//
I just had ‘sex’… plus yall ‘blow balls’ so ain’t no way I’m getting ‘upset’//
This vet… got you both so immersed in my world ya shadows begin to sweat//
Hands twisting necks of these cats being nob gobblers through cable lines on internets//
Asshole… not gay, but I’m in yours next… biting little pussies breaking molars on my gob-stoppers//

Then kick the rest off the floor with this final ‘jaw dropper’…

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