.. no feeding off my verse..

TMcVeigh.. like bin-laden, I'm-a bomb this terrorist just the same.//
leave him with a ruptured brain like my words got to his head.//
fuck-McVeigh, I more like the world trade planes plus 'Theodore Kaczynski' before his arrest.// (uni-bomber)
this lyrical slaughter'll leave you more 'minse-meat' than this 'beef', bitch please! win? don't hold ya breath.//
hit-me.. you call that a punch, it's just sickning the way you don't connect, like ya phone was cut.//
open neck, like ya throat was cut, so depressed, like ya soul was cut.//
coastin' thru this game like ya just hold tha clutch, while I roll tha dutch.//
drop the hemi-into any gear and just "blow" "ba-you" like "louisiana hoe's-n-sluts".//
your whole crew 'prose', while I write pro-n-such.// (prose= nothing special)
call me "mic-soloman" 'cause I got a "golden touch" on the mic, I ignite solemn flow and love.//
you just hated on like you got spite for tha fallen-soulja-pac.//
so-hold-yer jaw.. dawg, the shit you talk's not wanted here like an outbreak of ebola.. "cough".//
you soft like a marshmallow rolled up on a roll of "puffs".// (puffs toilet paper)
all you good for is whiping my ass then gettin' put in tha-bowl-n-flushed.//
my vocab's lush, yours is lavish in the sence that-it's upper-class rap... for a crack-addict-punk.//
you gettin' laughed at so you might as well grab your rhyme book-stash that-n-run.//
'cause if you wait 'round here any longer I might pull my mack-10-n-bust.//
then TMcVeigh's the answer to "what's black-red and done".//

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