yo, I jus been wastin' my time battlin' with keyboard rhymes.//
I'm done, movin' on to elevations involvin' a mic an' beats ta keep time.//
or just straight rhymes posted up on open mic, ta see if they make the cut or not.//
if their hot or not, if it's a flop or straight hip-hop.//
split drops ta spit rocks that shock dawgs in my clique.//
crip walk wit my blue flag step to any blood an' smack the bitch wit my fuckin' dick.//
mushroom imprint, innocent until I freak an' admit it.//
I did it, everythin', from the twin' towers to anthrax in the mail.//
I left am-tracks de-railed, by-standers impaled on spikes like foot long nails.//
rusty at that, leave you with tetnis an' lock jaw.//
be able to talk.. nah.. you'll be a mute until I cast a reversal spell.//
I'll wait 'till I see you again in hell, for now you drown'd.//
swimmin' belly down bloated stomach from gas build up in ya intestines.//
released as flatulance when I caress nines an' drive a hole through your side.//
a'ight hoe, I'm done with this keystyle.//

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