*lets just get strait to the punches*



How Can A Disciple Battle A 'God' Lest Its A Demon Lurkin In The
'Shadows' Of Sin/Ima 'Can' This Exorcism Releasin Holy 'Water'
Put A Stop To This Demons 'Recyclin'

For 'Dayz' U Been Stalkin I Knew U Was 'Week' So I 'Saved' Our
Battle Until The 'Daylight Hour'/U Been 'Pumpin' Up For This
'COmpetition' But Shadow God U Still Lack Ability Of 'Power'

I'll Even Hand U Ur 'Dirty Boxers Wife Beaters' Briefs And U Still
Couldn't Deliver Wit A 'Personal' Hit/U Couldn't Spit If Copenhagen
Grit Was Stuck In Ur Lip Cuz Like THe Smell Of Ur Pit Ur Rhymes
Is Worser Than Grade A Shit

'13th' Equals Ur "Murder By Numbers' The Answer To Ur 'Sum Of
All Fears'/I'm Exposin This Homo Publically Cuz Shadow 'Plus' God
Is The 'Sum Of All Queers'

My Verses Are Radiant Shinin Wit Light Keepin Shadow Dwellin
In The Land Of The Dark/U COuldn't Get No Props If U Made A
Special Guest Appearance On 106th And Park

I Scanned Ur Other Challenges U Usin Xtreme Vocab Fakin Like U
THis Lyrical Genius/But I See Thru Ur Motives U Spittin 'Gigantic'
Words To Compensate For The Lack Of Ur 'Microscopical' Penis

Before U Even Drop The Lord Sent Me A Future Vision Of Ur
Punches Forseen/Ull SPit On My Record Label Me A Herb But
Disciple Will Still Leave U 'Smoked' Like A Package Of 'Sizzlers'
From 'Jimmy Dean'

It's The Bottom Of The Ninth Bases Loaded I'm 'BarryBonds' And
On The Mound Appears To Be A Disabled Pitcher/I'm Sayin U Got
A Better Chance OF winnin This Battle IF U Accidentally Posted
Ur Verse In 'Poetic Scriptures'

I'ma End THis Wit Eighteen Lines Cuz Thirty Punches Would Be
COnsidered Manslaughter/Notice How At The End I Left U More
Fucked Than Twenty Filipino Jezzebel Daughters?



...all u....

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Blessed wit Skillz