(13th Disciple yet again extinguishes Pestilence)

your rap tactics dramatic softer than a faggot
garbage attractin' a thousand maggots
slap it wrap it keep it locked up like "flowers in the attic"

u bitch made/throwin' my lyrical ritual spiritual grenade
your skillz is like a barber four fingerz amputated walkin
out wit a fucked up fade/dropped u in the first in the second
wipin up my spilled lemonade

freestylin' this now stop yippin and yappin chittin and chattin
anotha knockout delivered Pestilence just stop rappin

now watch as i hit up your lines/diminish your rhymes/time
after time/three hundred and fourty posts i'm the reason
why you stay online

u talkin bout dicks and balls pussies and sperms
runnin my antivirus cause u sent a lyrical germ/u gotta learn/
when to hit the showers cause you got verbally burned

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Blessed wit Skillz