okay.....ur prolly waiting for me too drop first....not a problem......
lets do this........



yo....yo.....come on come on.....yo yo.......


ur a pretty good lyricist but u have no chance at all.......i verbally
split skulls like the Hulk when Bruce Banner is pissed off/this dude
is awfully fucked when dueling wit Gods Kin, cuz like Homos
during tug of war, this faggot isn't pulling off the win/savage wit
sounds of sin.....fist exploding thru appendages, venom syringes
wit swift motion/bitch hopin.....hit u black and blue like africans
gazing into the ocean/my atrocious bars are blazin, tiring ur mind
when i double park in ur zone of contimplation/ur thoughts
replaced wit objects laced wit the image of me tossin asteroids
into masses to rock ur nation/ur verse wouldn't be seen if ya
attempted to text in in the sky wit 8 jets/ud swear u need
protection the way u gettin fucked when i lay-text (latex)/this
kid must be a gay flower pot.....the way his ass get soiled and
dug/and ur skill will never be highly elevated....even if it was
influenced by drugs/so ima spit this quick verse to show everyone
the skills that u lack/cuz ur like a running shoe wit holes.....ull
never get on a track/gettin ya ankles broke like playing basketball
in chucks/i'm detecting smucks, ya keyboard is ya chance to win,
i suggest u start pressing ur luck/so don't get mad if i lay u down
quick like sex on the first date/ya verse is all slick cheap talk
like oily discount books on tape/ur hearts racin.....i'm gunnin to
bust this bitches face in/if punches are food for thought......G.Hod
will die of starvation...........................served....... ...............1

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