Visualise this battle scene like a duel with tyson
you wont last one round on ma ground
ma drastic punches leave "rangers" in a spastic condition surpassing those of a d-ranged movie retard tryin to screw a bulb
**..bars are collapsing and D_ranged skills digging their heads
in the sands //optimising pitfalls n awaitin succesions with rock bands//ma attacks on yu culd only be seen at a glance
hard pressed yur lines around tragic danks-BiTch UR PusSy CuLdNt catch a mice
Ill leave yu with a murder case yu be the dead one//
yu culd climb up 2 my height-at an air speed of a fatal
yu a hard nigga with solid losses
yur lines are affordable xterized with interrupted access
i gat yu washed out with a sudden urge 2 apply make-up
raisin yur scalp n weaving thru yur soul like a hair just braid- up
i position the canons telegraph yur whole parameter
paralyse anything that walks thru the perimeter
like yur beef was rotten so i flavored it with a death stench//
like an impotent moment yu culdnt perform claimin to catch cats by the" ball" but yur arse is always benched//


--Like hell was full this mate decided to walk on earth--