killin this bitch daily is a ritual like cherokees cellabratin the coming of rain,
slow painful death will occur upon your "weak" soul with deeply inflected "pain",
yo rhymes "reak" like people eatin "sourcraut" n leavin they "trails" around,
you "cross-dress" but in back-stage your secretly video taped by gays so it effects you about yo "wear-abouts",(where about)
great amazement comes with-in my eyes of the "future" n i lure in what is to come,
two respectable vets "collided" like the "big bang theory" but i remain dominant in the "solar system" like the "sun",
h-town represent the rebels of the south describes "born to kill",
it was provin by racism upon freedom that summarized that you could be considered "wicked bill", (tall-tale shit)
the end of days for you will be in awe of the crowed cuz 6 feet is where you lay n where i stand proud,
you "lost" this battle just startin off n had less of chance to have found victory in this bout like the "texans" scorin a "touchdown",
i appreciate you got the courage to ignitiate my battle but in yo verse yo consistancy "stalls",
i "spring" into action as a "winner" would "sum" up my glory cuz my oponent has "falled",(get that?)



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