THIS DU THINKS HE GON WIN...... SOME 1 TELL HIM TO CALL IN SICK......HAHAHA OK LETS DO THIS

I’m the vilest nihilist bringing violence, & thus hell
GASH is a pistachio- that’s his style, in a nutshell
I’m the virus your brain installed, just let the pain assault
Every foe’s a delicacy- I take em with a grain of salt
Complain & bawl- I’ve always been a man of six minds
Using one to beat your ass & laughing with five
GASH just dickrides; him & Winona Ryder look for Sacks now
You could even quit heroin & still not put the smack-down
Just to keep this kid off my nuts I gotta wear ball-caps
If writing were driving, GASH would probably call cabs…
My written strike is literal like the pen in your ap‘pen’dix
You may as well have never even been in my attendance
& when you post rhymes for critique, no one gives a fuck
You could vomit with a boner & still not get it upped
I’m the one who owns you… mom ain’t a part of that
…Roll over & die like a dog with a heart attack
Your arsenal is over with, how could you not notice it?
In battle you’re more under-armed than deodorant
You can’t conceive lines that become a feature of the month
Even racing for drinks at prom, I’d beat you to the punch
Just quit battling, dude- trust me-it’s the truth
You’d be ‘better off’ like lights in ugly bitches’ rooms
I’m right here, so don’t ever ask if God exists
IF UR job IS battling, kid…JUST call in sick
I’m smarter in type, you borrowed your time as a martyr who died
& your brain is my property, GASH- you got a ‘lot’ on your mind

ok there we go just spit ur line if there is stuff spelled wrong its becz i rushed it