this herb's lame with a cranium capacity of a bird brain.//
the pain of this verse is surpassin' his worst day.//
mis-placed an' dazed afta I flip this rhyme and spin it around.//
switch tha style.. check it out...//
I got no need for-four when I got a nine.//
cock back one line an' fire with the aim of a sniper ta pierce ya mind.//
you eva been ta jail.. let me guess.. NO, bitch I'm-a lifer.//
29 timer, more to come, I can kill anyone with nuthin' but one punch.//
there it was an' you laid tha fuck out! get tha fuck out.//
you crashin' like columbia never touched down.//
ya, you bus rounds.. gat? nah, talkin' bout suckin' dick.//
ya got so much head it's a surprise ya-ain't got no brain, mahn's invelid.// (invalid... needed the soft e sound)
it's like god forgot to insert intelligence, 'cause anythin' you spit's irrelevent.//
your rhyme sounds like shit, fuck.. I could shit on my rhyme an' it would still embellish it.//
you need ta garnish ya cypher with quotations an' line bites ta ever sell tha shit.//
fuck this, bitch where you live, I'm-a make you smell tha fist.//
break ya nose flat.. take ya chain an' ya ecko hat.//
tha clothes off ya back, an' those russle simmons ya rockin' gimmeh dem.//
I told you this verse would rip you man.//


edited to add the bold parts....

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