Alright..

Yo...Yo..

The prime candidate, Pulitzer prize man handling /
Smash ya larynx with massive lyrical hammering /
Mental tampering, leave ya skull piece intact just to save you from embarrassment /
But painted my flag on ya face with bruises, blood and puss leakin out ya skin like heroin /
Bitch you couldn't take me if I was a baby alone at a park /
This is only tha start...cause love jabz to ya upper chest always touches ya heart /
Quarter's slack is how they react, cuz every time you com-POST, shit just finds the trash /
Don't mind the act, just run to the boarder and let your rhymes relax /
This guy thinks he a quarter, bitch...you worth less than a Dime Sack /
Bitch you dont have no chance, ya spit always tasteless like ya throats bland /
My hits stroke fans, my punches are like breeze in air and yours wont land /
Your a joke man..cause u know i'll take you like a kid napped child /
Ya rib snaps wild.. when hollow hack up.. his wack style /
Ill leave Conspiricy depressed when tech shots hit his chest /
Missed his neck but took out one longue and collapsed his breath /
Tha sounds of death i hum-it, ya heart rate plumits then submits /
Cause this tip of tha shot entered but never exits..check it../
You cant spell, and if this was a ring you still couldn't be saved by tha bell /
And like twins in abortions ill kill u twice with cuts..leave your tripe in dust, and if you dont tell my secret..my punch will make you spill your gutz /
Kill this fuck...this is a physical lashin..cause tha 2 hooks collided with ya face and left it crashin /

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I was tired...not my best but o well..