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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
of course, my rule limit was ignored, so ill have to match urs........check it.....
Admit it this lyrical lashing is giving you fits, at ur maximum wits you cant handle hard hits that rip off ur tits :: turn the X's in ur name into rhyme targets, got you over the toilet cuz you only seem to spit “shits” // 1
Cant abide by the rules, smother her cries with punches that make her fly sky high :: you'll explode more colorful than tie-die, take ur pupils and smash em together so u can see "eye to eye" // 2
I got control over this match, cant come up with a rhyme so she copies and clicks attach, im flippin this queen into a joker :: wrap my lyricals like a cord to choke her, the only way this bitch could spit "phat" is if she threw up Al Roker // 3
Your skills at best come feeble, my rhymes come so out of this world they’re named “unreal,” my skills speed so hard at you they’re called illegal :: Live to wreck havoc on bitchs, she couldn’t get “revved up” for this battle if I forced her to drink diesel // 4
Cant live up for the battle toll, got her so scared her mind and spine twitch, strap your ass to the electric chair and flip the switch :: Spit so sick im givin AIDS to ur soul, shove cash down her throat so she can spit “rich,” try to get back up and im smackin u down like this was a game of Whack-A-Bitch // 5
I come like I’m insane, words that penetrate the membrane and rest in ur brain, settle for spittin “Great Rapids” to empty out ur “flow drains” :: got this bitch so nervous, shes sweatin like it rained, ur verse is goin down in flames like this was 9-11 airplanes // 6
vote on best verse...peace.
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