RuthLesS picks up the mic and spits towards Dark but shemale too dumb to notice it//
How she gon claim that I bite when we already know her hand is knumb from Recyling shit//
Our differences is that you spit to start beef and I spit to murk it//
Your spits compared to mine are like a T-shirt two sizes too small that fits you perfect//
Ya skills are like a saturated box of one hundred and fifty struck matches//
You can't beat me wit skills...instead of preparing ya spits you need to have luck practice//
I'd take her gun and shoot her wit it but I'd prolly miss just to watch her sh!t on her self//
I would kill this pitiful women but when she sees me coming she'd prolly ducks unda her bed//
Sequencial factors subdivides Dark's genetic buildup conquering her cell structure//
This femcee spits biodegradable wastes...trying to be a matter of fact but gets her cells ruptured//
My lyrics create page breaks...leaving all weaklinks wit spits indented//
I'll be ill till rap repellant emcee spray is thought of and gets invented//
Eight bars left to give this cat lyrikalnightmare something to dream about//
I'll make her stick my d!ck in her earlobe and yell fukk what you heard until she encounters a semen drought//
There's no used to you competing wit the one who brought you into the game...ya disses shouldnt even try to punch me...You couldnt beat me if I told you to jack off yo dad wit his d!cks tied together by a scrunchie//
Kinetic deposits dispersed through verses from my cranium leaking dark thoughts//
I'll have ya murder scene portraying the playgrounds and court linings of a park chalked//
This fake bitch the closest you came to war was doin drive-by's wit a watergun on a ten speed//
even if you had dynomite strapped to me saturated in saliva you still couldn't spit bombs against me//

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