call me an asshole after i ripped yours?
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Let me call you Casper, because after this you be
ghost//
GrYm, you feared, because you're soft like the most//
Your time must be frozen, you're repeating the same
crap over and over//
Luck isn't on your side any more because I snatched
your four-leave clover//
None of the voters are gay, so I suggest you stop
sucking up//
And accept the fact you can't get out of the loop of
fucking up//
The Rap titan, you about to step in the middle of a
clash youd rather dodge//
Want to pay the price? Your life alone isn't close to
what it cost!//
I measure with high-value standards; you already
appreciate a simple quote//
Don't care you win with a 100% pure dick riders vote//
Don't mind to talk shit like a heavy load//
You really aren't sick, so no need to find the perfect
antidote//
When U read my writes it will lead to your first
EARection//
Punches and wordplays combined carefully in this rhyme
session//
A General will change fast to a dead souljah, you
increase on a negative point of view//
You'll be just my lunch, which I spit out after I
chewed//
The only reason you should be glad is because ya life
isn't at stake//
I could easily take, but I rather conquer it from an
emcee that totally awake//
I never underestimate fiends, but only giving 25% is
enough to remain supreme//
It must be enough to battle you with a static and
broken rhyme scheme//

Da General:

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i bombz first and last! cast ya flag at half mast//
give you a gas bath, light a match...tell the morgue to tag that!//
You , just seems half plastic and half fag//
da GROUND you walk on seems to be constructed from bad math//
i'm a mental pyramid! you da jew that makes up a part of me//
my lyx, da whip that i crack right before i spark da b//
ya shyt's retarded ,d..... and ya krew right along with it//
you da type that grabs da mic after a night of tryin' ta bong whip-it's//
leave you dickless... well...actually, i'll shove that pebble in ya big lipz//
let a dog rape you in ya azz and snap a pic for ya kinship//
cut out ya heart with an old rusty pair of tinsnips//
damn...seems you never had one...no wonder ya shyt is so ridiculous//
to continue this, i'm gonna hafta shape shift ta blacnezz//
done, like dat in a split flat to counter act d'z bad babitz/
dis sum crack shyt! bombin' on boojhee azz submarine class faggotz/
like dis bicthes sadnezz open hiz chest to find his heart is on sum gap shyt/
dag blastit! where me pee-shootah wit boric capsules/
insert a couple in this horsefuckz adams apple/
take a ten pound boulder over my shoulder and smash dude/
yo, Bitch , i should smack you fa dat firestorm turned waterhole//
that's why i got ya hoe givin' head to a python. and she swallows whole//
ya ground is a spot for moles and other blind dirt diggers//
you couldn't get ahead if ya porn name was dirk dickler//
and take ya moms corpse back, and tell that stank bitch i'm sick of her//
and tell the board i'm servin' GROUND CHUCK bitch meat with his sisterz fur//