Wordz-gez-rejected, I rip through ya weak punchez leavin ya merked, put ya heart behind bars leavin this cat cardiac-arrested// Ya flows couldn't turn heads even if ya were spittin an exorcism, Easily rippin this kid cuz I know i'm dealin with worthless herbs like a dime with only dank stems// Leave ya rib-cage bruised and dismantled jus so I can let ya body dangle, Spit vicous wordz to penetrate through ya skull, hard enough punchez to leave ya wig split from a vertical angle// Verbal Massacres got ya feelin worst than jews in the holakaust, Cuz my verbals leave ya merked wit multiple punchez comin at ya from all angles to secure-ya-loss, Ya must be a hooker cuz you can consider ya self fucked-ripped-N tossed/

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