Fiori's like cattle with a sense of humor--the laughing stock..
saladin blasting off, nuclear flow past one grasping cocks..
your spastic thought’s incoherent every line is irrelevant..
leave your cheeks puffy like monica withholding evidence..
you spit with impediments, “I want to master your form”..
impossible! like mom’s morning sickness after you’re born..Haha
palm’s laced with nitroglycerine the way my fists sparkin..
leavin Fiori confused like blind lesbians in fish markets..lolz
like chris walken, Fiori just plays the archangel of death..
quit mimicking me kid before my darts mangle your chest..
the spark strangles your breath, words cutting off air ways..
fuck fair play, ''ILLegal Crews'' get clubbed like golf balls in fairways..
Fiori stands amazed, you marvel at every line I create..
glad this ain’t audio, he savin breaths to blow up his date..(Bitch)
Fiori with no mental stamina callin nurses to bandage ya..
got you runnin faster than hippie draft dodgers to Canada..Lol
words damage ya, receive black eyes from reading my text..
morticians like treasure hunters when retrieving your chest..
cause the impact of my rap scatter your parts across the globe..
thoughts couldn’t be on point with my darts across your lobe..
watch sala unload as my mentals transform like grimlock..
steady spittin poisonous darts like I’m guzzling hemloch..
son i BEEN hot! WarLords spittin with infinite clips that are full..
while Fiori grasping a mic is useless, just like tits on a bull..Lolz
no punches pulled, preists on overtime hearin me confessin..
cause they think of your chest not X with that great depression..

Word..haha..thats all i need bitch..

*So easy*

Peace
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P.s Fuck ILLeagal Crew....WarLords Reign Supreme...What!