Fuck it, I'm gonna be busy with work all day and won't have time to keep checkin' for your verse so I'll spit first.

Peep it . . .

X’s response to my callout was delayed like echos, he needed time to pre-write his rhymes//
Don’t deny it son, I kept on checkin’ to see if anyone accepted and there mad views but no replies//
I don’t even need to see you on a track to know you’ll never run shit, you lack hustle//
You shouldn’t have fucked wit’ Meta but now it’s too late - you’re TRAPped like a back muscle//
X could be Jim Jones and couldn’t serve a fatal punch, who the fuck is this little kid gonna be spittin’ and dissin’?//
“A-wait the execution?” – well here it is so peep your avatar cause the grenade is there put the pin is missin’//
you couldn’t even recite a “NYSE” line if your verse was nothin’ but stock quotes// (NY Stock Exchange)
and don’t even mention the last round - those were d/r’s, otherwise known as cock votes//
I’ve looked up and down the Production’s roster and I see more pussy than James Bond and tampons//
I don’t mean to be “hard on” X but this is the dick (pointing downward) that everyone in his camp is on//
I’m a real PRICK so every punch thrown draws blood, <--- you probably need help to understand this//
Here, let me try – go against metaphysical and you’re contra-DIC-tin’ yourself like a satanic islamic//
Even if X wrote on the back of the “Ready to Die” album cover you couldn’t find “respect” in his verse//
You’ll probably want a reminder of metaphysical so X Ecution here’s what’s left of your skrit//
I don’t even need to see X’s response to know he’ll only throw generic punches like some cheap Hi-C//
They’ll be ambiguous like his sexuality - like getting’ someone else’s mail they won’t even be directed to me//
even the mods know you have no chance at this, “why did X accept” they wonder – you’re inferior!//
But they wanna save you so every time you try to submit your verse it says “text to short, not 100 characters”//
Fuck these front lines, the only place you’ll ever beat me is a parallel universe, somewhere adjacent to the matrix//
I'm a free agent so tell Knightshade to pm me or Keannu Reeves cause the Production’s are gonna need a “replacement”//

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