14 years old...
These little tykes get younger and younger...


This is a eulogy for a wanna-be G who stepped to me and got killed ruthlessly and effortlessly...
They fell short surgically and X died from bleeding internally after I rhyme fucked him anally.
I'm a feed ya my warfare like popcorn at county fairs but first I gotta set this baby in his highchair...
Bib under ya chin then let my rhymes flow in, internal ruptures have ya hemmoraging within.
Like a cobra I'm strikin quick sinkin fangs in ya neck thick leavin venom that makes ya sick...
No way to fix it cuz my poison's legit, have ya twitchin in fits and ya ass leakin shit from my lyrical hits.
Cuz ya don't use technology just very bad symmetry and like failing geometry ya angle's all off, see...
Ya points misdirected like a missed vein injection and gettin rejection like ya tiny erection.
Ya just an itch to be scratched and ya way overmatched cuz I'm a hard vet and ya a chick just been hatched...
You couldn't catch air if I tossed you some tanks and this baby couldn't cop pussy, not even from skanks.
I've ripped ya face off and wiped my ass with ya stunned expression, left ya head in recession...
The flush signaled ya demise but to the janitor's surprise the whoosh left behind ya eyes.
I've spit lyrically with complexity and dexterity so you'll know I'm the illest...
I've laid down a bruisin and left cranial contusions that'll have ya confusion rivaling Arnold to Willis. (What choo talkin bout?)

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