Eh I'll murder this not even trying in a keystyle. . . .
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Checc it. . . .

Insertin the clip, and exerting a hint. . .'till he feels the hurt in his ribs,
Mergin the tips, like "underage bars" the way I'm '"servin" this "kid."

I'm Lethal with hits , you speak what I shit, cock-back and lead with the fifth,
Found leak'n from clips; You grasp what I spit? It's like midgets reach'n for tits. (Can't happen)
I'm "break'n" this "kit"(kat), rip'n his 'back" in "blood" like "Crip chiropractics" (THink about it)
Then "flip" this "fag" fast like mad homophobes pissed in "gymnastics."

I define painful, Physically take you. . . .look to the sky? I'm pushin his face through,
Lettin the flames loose, disect'n his brain roots. . .I know kids to that can lyrically rape you.
"Butter" his face and I'll toast this guy, and watch his soul approach the sky,
Inside hope the fire would die? I know "sluts" tighter than "Spry."

I've been hunted by better, with one touch of a lever, I can dismantle your brain - son,I
The games are done, should I "throw" calendars to show that your "Days Are UP?"
Disturb'n his lungs; You winning this one(won)? You'd have a better chance fukin a "nun" (lmao)
This battle is done, I'm leaving you stunned. . . .'till you stop breathing from the heat of the gun.

Hit ya brain and create leakage, slice ya corpse and connect the pieces. . .
Spry unleash spits? This fags too small like a homosexual fetus.
The only way he'll ever "beat" this is masterbatin my "penis,"
I speak and heat shifts. . .(Hurri)CANE filters your lungs 'till you stop breath'n,
You gettin even? Like "bound dicks" I been locked up waitin to "cum" quick"
YOu couldn't beat me verbally if my dialect was "Sound CLick." (lol dayum)

Not even me at my best. . .

Murder. . . .

-Cane-