it dont let me////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

I wanted to get the vets out my way, but one is plenty//
my idea of fun’s pluggin Brooklyn till the gun is empty//
wanna tempt me?- ya Envy my best shit will be tested//
I bless scripts, for eclectics ‘Craven’ horror stories like Wes’s//
message in a bottle, that Molotov hittin ya windshield//
clips peeled, fulfilled my Lust to see ya get killed//
in my Greed, ya life’s cheap, ya corpse felt my aggress-sin//(aggression)
waited till rigamortis set-in then gorged myself on dead skin//
hungrily, ya lunch-to-me, Gluttony is my deadly-sin//
I take it back in fact it was my Wrath that left ya head leak-in//
Miks Spits are oxyogen!! when I breathe in and exhale//
you got guts Brook- that’s past-tense since the absence of ya entrails//
hate me, get angry, in a rematch I bleed cats from da past//
ya obviously ain’t on-Brooklyn(on one) unlike a crack fiend that’s relapsed//
Miks raps, offend evil, I end sequels, when I skin people//
un-equaled, heat-filled, rated triple-X like Vin Diesel//
been lethal since pre-school… so this skill is no surprise//
sick as head colds… Brooklyn better learnda worD ILL IS now dEFINED///
ya flows are fake rap plaid out by vets an maks,thinkin u the best at dat/
ill merk dis cat thinkin hes hard i had it,his shit is retarded an is a dik rydin magnit/
my flows come savage to destroyin this vet this battles gunna turn out tragic i bet/
u go a million lines over the limit thinkin no one will notice but i did,so u wishin u didnt fold up//
ud be better off if ya ass never showed up an get torn to peaces when my flows make ya blow up//
ill end dis vets life quick wit da style unlike dis prick when hes boutz to be ripped to shreds//
ill feel dis cat wit spits full of lead aimin strate at his head,an take ya mind out cuz its sa clone of mine//
only way u winnin dis battle wit punches of mine an a bunch of used rhymes//
ya flows are a fairy tale story,ill tear this cat a new but hole till its all gory.frontin to be a male//