Hey, it's your funeral....





















































Once I read your shit, it’ll make me laugh like never before
I’ve seen you given up a battle or too, but never a war
Watch as I spit the naked truth, while you post fictional bare lines
My puns’ll have his team running back like mystikal’s hairline!


Okay, okay…lets go


It’s-more-than-a-win, I’ll engage in full war-to-the-end
Core-will-suspend, massive amounts of his blood pour-from-within
The battle-is-bleak, how many newbies have I rattled-this-week?
Saddle-defeat, I’m schooling you, watch me paddle-and-teach!
My drops are hard, that why Merk’ll be swallowing-boulders
I send tracks with impact that will knock his head off of his-shoulders
Persuade me to invade your corpse with a knife and a sword
Remember the convo? I had you crying last night on the board!



Getting warmer...



I-rip-text, so don’t try and match me with pencil-and-pad, your sketches couldn’t ‘draw’ a crowd’ if they were ‘stenciling-ads’!
Sensing-im-mad, you giving up, shit, Im-glad-to-here-it, seems like you been 'suspended' the way your 'outclassed'-with-lyrics!



Bombs Away!



Bad-in-spirits, I’m tracking fast, I’ll-torch-out-your-skin, ‘lacking gas?’, too bad Merk couldn’t ‘force-out-a-wind!’
Corpse-rather-thin, you never had depth,- you-anorexic, you shits dirty? I’m too clean, your death’s-from-antiseptic!
He thinks he’s on a run, better prepare for a regress, play is over son, so why are your punches ‘swinging’-like-recess?
Begin-to-regret, would of changed your mind if you thought-about-it, trust me man, stick to text, on RB, you’d be loss-without-it!
Costs-to-doubt-it, you’ve been gunned down like urban-teams, death from defeat, Criscapo the real version of Merking-King!








































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