I wrote this well waiting for his bitch ass to post on frontlines so i decided to post first heres his death:

Challenges Me In Bitch Slapped But He Couldn’t Talk Big Even If I Gave Him A Microphone//
His Spit Couldn’t Be Off The Hook So He Had To Hang Up The Phone//
Just Like A Beggar This Kid Asks Other People To Help Him Make Some Cents (Sense)//
The Way I Make Ghosts You Could Say I Was The Creator Of The Sixth Sense//
Verse Aint Even Done And This Kid Has Already Lost To Me//
Cuz There Has Never Been A Better Since They Crossed The T//*Think About It Crossed The T, God, The Cross*
Think Of Me As The Verbal Bully Cuz I Just Sent This Nerd Off To Slit His Wrists//
Off Trying To Write The Rhyme On The Toilet Cuz Its Obvious Hes Got The Shits//*his rhyme is shit*
Couldn’t Come With A Hard Hit That Were Out Of This Park Even If You Were Sosa’s Bat Boy//
Calling Me Out Is Like Playing Verbal Hide And Seek Cuz Your Lyrics Are In Hiding Well Mine Seek To Destroy//

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