I wanted competition, not wins from a wack novice/Or hear your fag tale’s of how how you make anal deposits/So please stop it/ You make profit by stealing jewels like BOBBIT (Lorena) /I rhyme with structure while you known to spit that non sence/
I’m the angry rapper cause I’m spitting MAD ~flows at ass~hole’s/ I’ll burry your ash tray (coffin) because you’re known to~back~ho’s (tobacco)/ I slap foe’s/ And verbally I will attack~those/ Who lyrics are played out like polyester and AFRO’S//
My battles like a phone book, cause aint no rippin it/ "I loved sucking your dick bro" ..Yea what ever just don’t MENTION it/ You be spittin mist/While I be causing verbal fit’s/ I was playing games with a fag/My bad../Tag your it//
I’ll wet Deception's body with a little secreted juice/ that’ll leave his facial appearance worst than that of beetle juice/I crack shells like a needle tooth/And I change clothes in phone booths/So a lost to KnightShade is what Deception is prone to//
I disguise (dis-guys) but never change my features I’m a creature on earth to teach deception a lesson like school teachers/I get lyrics from time~beakers/And trade them to mind~seekers/A glance at deceptions verse, most likely defines weaker//
Lyrically I’m a criminal, I’m destined to abuse~words/And your ADDICTIVE wack raps are painful cause the TRUTH HURTS /I dilute verbs/ And throw punches at subdue
Herbs/And Bitch my battles bring the ACTION so I don’t have to use~verbs//


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*walk's over to his pad takes a pencil and add's another X*

who the fuck is next?

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LowerTown's Finest