TriX Enter*

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*Takes the Mic*

I drop trageties, you drop acts of desperation, Im drastikly rippin you into hesitation.
Your short of breath and seeking venilation, This spit makes you so *eroused*, your having an orgasmic sensation.
This dude is like *Tom Cruise* his "Mission" to defeat me is "Impossible".
Lyrical asault rifle on automatic, step to me get *burnt into static*, Im eratic!
You spit wack shyt, But natural impulse for my extravagant lyrics to take control, is on overload.
All functions you once had have been shipped away and toed, Your spits are halarious they make me laugh/
YOUR name should be *WhiteChocolate*, your mix of Sin-Bad and B-Rad(malibu's most wanted)

Change styles to end this kid*

Ima end this kid now, he's a new emcee with out a sound. He cant speak for himself, no voice. For christmas his mom baught him girl sex toys...