Ayo...H4iKu

Make a short poem 'bout how your wound infliction brings truth to your doom's prediction...there looms suspicion you're as fake as cartoon depiction
beatin fake emcees in to soon submission...that's not good for you peeps cause you're consumed with fiction
i pull out all da stops when battlin while you assume restrictions...that's why "here because you told me to be" will be your tomb's enscription.
you're still not comin raw even though you fuckin unprotected... as suspected, you're claimin ill, but da diagnosis is you're uninfected
ironic how i'm verbally muderdin this muderous verbalist...
his verse is superfluous, dispersin fist like he prefers to miss
pre-writin his verse until he hurts his wrist, he's not even worth my diss...i'm doin this merely for elevational purposes