yeah, sorry, I doing my battle against nuke and attendin to some crew buisness....

I already toppled 1-12, knocking the 13th down like 'dominos'/
your rhymes lack the topping, they're just 'crusty'; 'mama' knows/ (mama's and dominos are both pizza places)
inflicting infectous fear, I cause you to hit the ground running,
and lyrics like multiple orgasms, my words just keep on coming/
like aftermath of bomb blasts, I put 'shrapnel' in ya 'atmosphere'/
puncturing like 'britney', hitting this baby with sharpened 'spears'/
edited like 'diciple's' verses, like Jesus dying in 'Acts of the Apostles'/
this man coming with punches so played, written in stone like fossils/
these lines iller than cancer patients; too bad for you it's not contagious/
diciple with superficial lines, leaving nothing deeper than abraisions/

meh....that wasn't that good but it's all I can get down at the moment.
your turn
Peace

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