Birthday: December 29, 1985
Age: 17
Crew: 2Deep
Biography: Born in this world a cursed seed...
Location: Baltimore
Interests: Breathin'
Occupation:

Man...
I drop a topic in the Lounge and this little jabroni busts in on it with flame like he's some kinda wanna be pyro...

Now I got's ta deal with him...

Ya spit good, fake newb, but win or lose, ya ass has ta eat this...

Ain't even 18 still livin at home probably a poor little white boy, a wanna be Jerome...
"Born in this world a cursed seed" cuz his momma and daddy prayed she would bleed.
Frontin a crew that brags they "2Deep", but they referencing how far they dicks creep up sheep.
He left "occupation" blank, but trolls the streets of Baltimore but can't cop no pick-ups cuz he's an unemployed whore.
I'm a damage ya "interest", you'll lose what little coin ya have to my verbal attack...
So you'll need government assistance ta cop some new organs when I make ya lungs collapse.
Call ya self "Dark" Cloud, well that's a wigga that's easily thrown off course with force...
It's like I'm spittin El Nino straight from the source cuz I'm sinkin "nothin but nets" and ya can't even spell "horse".

Now just straight dissin ya disrespectful baby powdered ass...

Grab ya legs and crack ya wishbone then force ya head and an axe ta blend...
So consider ya self washed out and me cheap shampoo the way I "split ya ends".
Ya flow is weak and structure absurd cuz it's like ya fuck phrases on escalators the way ya "screw up" words...
Nothin new for you cuz ya the only newb that's a vet of verbal abuse and even the dictionary wants ya neck in a noose.
This battle's gotcha like an Iraqi tourist, bitch ya know ya gettin penetrated...
So I'll spit a cavity search ta make ya body lurch cuz ya had "shady" lines and suspicion was generated.
Ya not scorin dope cuz ya can't afford ta buy so Cloud sniffs markers ta cop him a high...
Ya wallets a joke like a comedy treat cuz even though ya "brown-nose" ya can't "make ends meet".
I went back in time cuz ya shit read so fast, not a bit of complexity ta make ya spit last...
Saw ya as a baby so I know why ya whack, ya moms dropped ya constantly cuz that bitch on crack.
Ya text needs spell check cuz ya vocab's a wreck like when I make ya head and neck disconnect...
Cuz I spit like taxidermy and kept ya head as a trophy, cold hung like a tapestry for all of RB ta see...
I'm a pitbull that did more than bite, bitch I devoured ya pre-write as I issued you this merk...
Swallowed up in this fight cuz ya light as a kite and I'm the dog that ate ya homework!


Same number of lines, motherfucker!
Don't need anymore than you do.

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