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(..MC KILLA-T PICKS UP THA MIC...AND LOOKS AT IRRELIVANEE....)
Marvel could swing from web fluid and wouldn’t amaze me
Bringing Sentinels, Nathan Summers, and the Punisher couldn’t graze me
Transform into the Human Torch wouldn’t blaze me
Bring Shadow-Cat up to bat and still wouldn’t phase me
Stronger than the Hulk you could be Mr. Fantastic yet never out flex
Have ArchAngel’s status and never cash more checks
I make this kids brain blend in with 'concrete and sediment',
obsolete and irrelevent, talk is cheap, get the message yet? here's an example then,
the turmoil builds when I 'kill organisms' and 'smother beaches' (bitches) like 'oil spills',
while ya boys in 'heels', scared to get their 'feet wet' meet they death as I'm poised to kill,
void of skill, torso (tore so) many ways, organs in 'glass containers', I got your ribcage 'ajar',
spar with this shitface of art, I grip scripts and rip this bitches brains apart,
'penpoint' accuracy on inches of skin pigment as if 'Bic invented a satalite',
grab the mic and gash ya eyes in mid sentence this kid is finished, consider this ya past life,
I shed this 'block' head to 'pulp', someone 'page' his ass, I fold em like 'origami',
contort ya corpse and abort ya thoughts, leaving you stale like opened old Dasani,
I'll make ya shit on ya own verse and rub ya nose in it, thats the smell of Victor E,(victory)
you ain't shit to me, delete ya history, Mesquite and Hickory, can't you see defeat?
I'll 'twist ya neck', compact and smash ya mind to the 'lumbar vertebrae',
time to 'kiss ya ass goodbye', what good is being 'fly' when you've hung the 'bird of prey'?
I've heard you've grown skill'ful', but I'm a 'pessimist', meanwhile,
all your tightest verses resemble effortless keystyles
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