aiight so here' mine...tryin to explai my pucnhes so y'all ain't confused...if ya still don't understand don't vote...peace

That C in your name stands for C-section,
Your rhymes are lame n should be your caption/
Then you’d be entitling yourself to your name,
I’m entitled to the win cuz I’m tru to my name,
N you don’t have a men-brain(membrane) cuz battling me insane…you smash like a window n be in pain/(window pain)
‘Potent rhymes’ n you can’t ‘cope wit my lines’ n your like the ‘pope on the grind’(shook)/

Finishin…
N you think you’re hitting at the right angle…only to being bent(bent=right angle)
N I no you bat-em-all but you got no battle…when mines virulent/

You can’t persist cuz I nock you every per-cyst you got,(cysts=boils)
You boiled up n I knock you so many times like a person answering their frontdoor but forgot /(keep knockin)

When you drop in comes the punch…mines high spirits chump,
I’m am-big-than-you(s)(ambiguous) cuz you can’t punch/(punch=light alcoholic drink-opposite-spirits)

I’m deteriating like termites on your posts(wooden-posts)…all those fumes I jus ate…
But it was jus fart n no killers so how can he win if he can’ fumigate/

~1~