WHATS WITH THA NAME

dark,
i think imma show you tha bright light, my lyrics are killa, you cant even put up a worthy fight,
my verses are outta this world, my rhymes are outta sight, watch ya back cuz you could die tonight,//

lord,
more like "lord of tha rings", cuz you cant handle me, im nockin you outta this world, its like you got wings,
im beatin this cat so bad, it makes him wanna sing, my werds are like bee's, fuck wid em and they sting,//

nykon
i see your frightned, while im enlightend, i got you in my grip, and my grip is thightening,
whit you are sittin on your computer, biting and prewriting, im heatin this cat up, my verses are like lightning,


IIGHT MERK TIME

yo this kid aint shit, he post in ten minutes, can i say Prewritt, but that dont matter i aint havin a fit,
what he dont understand his punches dont even connect, let alone hit, you shoud stick to suckin dick,//

my rhymes are consistant, i am punchin this nigga like my engines, burnin out his pistins,
while he passes out, and then he gets pissed on, and look at my verse your also gettin dissed on,
the only way your winnin this is if you get dicked on, you cant stand my heat, you better get some mittens//

you lyrics are whack, mine are commin back, they attack, tha whack, who lack, tha nack, to rap,
so you best step back, you musta been on crack, your gettin broke apart, like a creacker jack,//

hes comin from my back yard, im luck i got my ass guard, your puches may be hard, but i surpass like a nascar,
you got a problem, i'm holla'n, but i will never recieve, cuz my verses fed tha need, and im smokin these texcees like WEED//

im goona destroy this ace, im merkin him in a lyrical race, your just a worthless disgrace, wipe that cum off your face,
and i got 17 lines, but they still put you in your place, nigga its lyrical murder, im turnin your verse like mase,//(mase rapper who turned christian)