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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
enough playin around......
This is lyrical genocide, inhale this bitch’s pride inside my lungs and exhale knifes than slice your eyes :: guess he’s “born to kill” cuz he’s commitin suicide, bitch couldn’t come “bright” if he spat out fireflys // 1
Pound you into submissions cuz you fit my merk descriptions, couldn’t “weather this storm” if I gave you the climate predictions :: you couldn’t get “sick” if you got wrong medicine prescriptions, I must be an Egyptian the way I write these “cryptic inscriptions” // 2
Im spittin mace, base my verse so it gets placed on ur face, leave you with dismissals cuz I highlighted ur lyricals and erased it :: take this defeat and embrace it, cuz lets face it, you could spit “31 flavors” of ice cream “bars” and I still couldn’t taste it // 3
It’s absurd how I take ur lips and split them on the curb, you mutter and st...st…st.…stutter like nervous computer nerds :: take back ur words, you could eat a “dictionary” and still couldn’t spit considerate nouns and verbs // 4
Cant console your soul, its too bad ur a casualty in this battle toll, I got you more cautious than prisoners on parole :: control this kid’s role, cant get “well-rounded” if his skills were a bowl, time for you to go back bangin guy’s assholes // 5
well, vote on best verse............peace.
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