iight damn i said i was gonna spit then and here i am hours later about to spit...anyways here is my verse



Killa Opener

I hit so deeply in chest i'll leave ya breath to flutter have Less to shutter don't want me to comeback cuz in dis battle ya toast and mah punches are the bread and butter//

Bergs Dead

this cowards notably poor ya skills is bein takin to my level like you was allowed in rotary tours cuz the only time Icebergs lines are tight is at crowded grocery stores//

my skills is on point like a pyramid or an inverted teepee cuz i straight take out motherfuckers like a censored CD//

i'll snap ya spleen until ya back is seen like fat bitches in designed fashioned jeans and crack ya screen till ya cant be seen cuz i got berg goin thru more issues than time magazine//

I'll split ya dome parts cuz im known sharp and dismantle ya body parts ya rhymes give a slow remark cause the only thing you can beat easily is ya own heart//

Ya Merked

I’ll shred up this hoe with incredible flows and my styles nasty like ya mom in edible clothes i spit better than most and known to sever my foes to leave berg hittin toe touches when his head touches his toes//



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