Nice flow yung
My Turn
They call me da human dictionary its not fictionary
shells hit yah heart and u freeze like your playin a game of pictionary/
::Start Wordplay::

Impossible for your skills to shine and luster, improbable that ya dads traits was dominate in ya struchture/
I'll beat Ya skull till it blisters, damage ya eardrums wit single whispers,Stab a broken mic into ya eye
...Force to be wreckoned wit like "Gul Agha Shirzai"/
Swell ya face wit kicks,like you been sleepin' wit bricks, Open ya front door,Ohh..i forgot you sleep in boxes and tents,i rip ya wallet change ya dollars to cents/
Ya sissy ass left Quotein' gay poets and movies and shit,I cut off ya fingers and let a criple ball up ya fist,
you get thrashed wit barbed wire hits,I shift earth "plates" like you shake a "glass dish"/
I'll hang yo hoe ass by toe tags like the henchmen, My rhymes disappear then disarm and harm you from a parallel dimension/
Ya mom and dad partner on maken a letter tight cuz ya moms can't read and dad can't write,You Cant Spitt
Bitch,thats why you rock back and forth while rappin' i'll leave you numb with no moves like i beat you
at "Backgammon"/