aight check it

you couldnt set a fire if you had matches equiped wit a flame,
but ima torch you wit this electrical storm in my brain//
come on homeboy whats wrong why you hittin delete,
is it because beatin me would be the greatest feet//
ya lyriks still off beat but you still live on da main street,
cause your shit wouldnt be paid for if they were marked on a time sheet//
your rhyems couldnt apear right if they were covered in lubrication,
you brain wouldnt function right if you just got finished with masterbation//
you couldnt go nowhere wit yur lines if you got a paid vacation,
especially not wit that kinda presentation//(your wack kid)
you couldnt have a spot in this game if you had a reservation,
definitly not after this cause theres gonna be a dent in ya reputation//
all you lines are idiomatic expressions,
this is an execlusive_session beggining harmonic_progression after this is over you be diagnosed with neurotic depression//
your rhymes have been misused and about to be defused,
and even me winnin is what ya whole crew concludes//
you job in ya crew is the clean up posisition,
but everyone cleans up ya mess cause the skill to win is what you missin//
im a take you and hunt you like an expedition,
wanna be rappin hunted and killed its fuckin limited edition//
you think you gonna win that just your belief,
but when im done you aint gonna open yor mouth cause you aint gonna have no teeth//
grammatical_genderdecompression is while while im pressin my body in to yours,
just remember that im not wun of you whors//
i am not confuse bout my gender at least i remeber whether or not i have a penis,
i mean just look down it dosent take a genus//
(closer)
i make music soon youll see,
but you couldnt make music if you owned a fucken symphony//

you just got murked beyon imagination

uppin on dem votes