Who the fuck is gonna read that 32 line novel?
12 lines, short & sweet

CARSONJET

Im too ill doubled, punch ya gun til the steels rubble
& its funny that ya 'ULTRI MULTI MODE' is 2 syllables
catch ya worthless crew at a restaurant and hurt ya group
leave shells in the back of ya throat before you even eat ya turtle soup
My guns lining on ya necklace ... this one line is gettin hectic
I'll win this without a shadow of a doubt like the sun shine against skeptic
You winnin is a big doubt .. and when he relizes, this kid pouts.
& I'd compliment ya lines with an but you'd pull ya dick out
I party though, scar ya throat but this fag is hardly dope
Squeeze ya neck, and leave you with air-time than ya audios
And the gun hasta burst, it aint no macho gesture
You'll get spun backwords worse than old Chicago records..!
I'll hurt this kid with a searchin fist & he'll get turned to mince.
Read one line of mine and I got Jet shook like turbulance

OHHHHHHHH DAMN BABY.
SUCKS FOR YOU