=Intro=
You don't elavate your text just fell//
your punches aren't 'producing' like youngblood's sex cells/1
=Let's go=
like writting lines on virgin clit, MY RHMYES ARE TIGHT
having ya eyes like nickels SEEING DIMES WEHN I WRITE//2
pens a pyro felon i'm committing CRIMES AS THESE LINES IGNITE
cant read this kids punches like dark skinned gang members throwing SIGNS AT NIGHT//3
kid would have a betta chance beating me if he let armless mimes-pre-write//
kids at WAR(card game) wid royalty, betta bring more dan nines-(card)-ta-fight//4
=It's not over=
My shits ripe-from-the-source, Get sliced-into-fourths, You could "boycott power" and still not "strike-with-a-force"/
What I drop will leave you crippled, Pop-ya-menstrual, I'll rock-ya-dental with my cock-or-pencil//5
Im like a fired-assassin thats steadily gettin hype-with-the-blastin, I woulda responded to you sooner, But I cant seem to type-when-Im-laughin/
Dont come to a fight-slappin or else leave with your ass stinging-for-days, Cuz "Imma switch hitter", While young blood just "swinging-both-ways"//6
Sides punches are like midgets-in-prison/
just stickin there thin-dicks-in 10-big-women! They have a slim-chance-of-hittin//7
he’ll be Short of breath, Contort his rep wit distorting hits from enormous fists that make his image the opposite of cute, now hes gorgeous flipped/
i'll stab you wit a pair of antlers, leave you 'deerly departed', like a retarted junk yard dog, you spittin garbage, shovin ya car keys up ya anis, i dare you to 'start shit'//8
"Hearts close, whenever i start flows, But when I peep your shit, Im nautious and barf loads/
Thinkin u a 'serial' killa, when u really a nigga, rippin a 'bar code', The games on, when I flame on like Kitchens wit charcoal"//9
=Ending it=
U beating me is like having chese w/o butter,this fools lacking-the-shudder,he looks like he just crapped-his-covers
This “Grain-of-Frees” Forced a “Vain-of-Pleads”, Screamin Painfully, That’ll Have the Whole Crowd Sayin’ “Holy-$hit” like Usin’ Rosaries for “Anal-Beads”/10
This Is As Far As You’re Gonna Get, Cuz Ya “Fake-Scripts-An-Act-Kid”//
You've been around for a month but still,your name isnt established/11
Keep “Claimin’-The-Status”, Losing To Me Is Like Exchanges For Rocks, Don’t “Take-It-For-Granite”//
I’ve Been “Laced-With-The-Madness”, To Knock Ya Out With Ya “Face-To-The-Ground”//12
You’re Still “Tasteless-And-Proud”, With The “Gay-sh%t-You-Mouthed”, And Thought 3 Years Later, You’re “Makin’-It-Now”//
Well, Truth Is You’re “Dazed-With-The-Pound”, Of My Fists, And Like Dracula’s Posse, You’re “Down-For-The-Count”//13
Crowning-This-Clown”, Then Engulf His Whole “Essence-Intact” While “Pressin’-The-Facts”//
I “Question-This-Cat”, You Made A Portrait Of “Redragon” With Cardboard & Sulfur, Thinkin’ I “MET-My-MATCH”//14
“Gawdgift” “Left-His-Chest-And-Back” Blown Out, Reprocussions Left His “Lenses-Cracked”, So Don’t “Bother-To-Look”//
It’s Like Shoplifting In Deli’s, The Way I “Slaughtered-This-Crook”//15
^There