Aight I'm spittin now...........I pm'ed you so just drop ya verse when you ready..........don't make me wait forever.....peace

Hmm……ok listen

God of what rap? fool you’re not even fit to be a disciple/
White? So am I so let me put down this tech and cock back my rifle/
And release the trigger, one bullet to shatter ya forehead into these multiple fragments/
It’s tragic that I gotta go muderin this Bob Saget, sitcom-lovin, openly wanting to turn faggot/
It’s magic the way I reach into “GOD’s” hat and verbally murder this rabbit/
It gets too drastic the way I dramatically disperse this kid with verbal hatchets/
Personally smash it, Infact it’s true, he skateboards and throws parties for “slumber”/
I’ma drown him in text by submerging his dome in words, while I hold him under/
I wonder, if I grip too tight will my strength squeeze and crush his thorax/
He entered this battle with confidence but I stomped “Whitey” like well positioned doormats/