Mortality facin inactivity cuz he'll need more therapy than an amputee with mulitiple personalities...
Battle broken, spent like a token, cuz ya spit like ya jokin unaggressively spoken.
Betray ya name, Benedict Arnold's ta blame cuz ya turned on yourself like Chris Gaines goin for fame...(garth brook's alter ego)
Blank space ya claim, like a picture-less frame cuz ya talent and Gregory Hines are one in the same.
Like him you'll be "tappin" from my hard-hittin rappin ya limbs flappin from punches happenin leave ya teeth gapin.
Didn't parry when I thrust now ya bust, "fenced" in like a mutt and stabbed in the gut cuz you suckin is a must.
Never again "call me out", I'll stay in ya bitch all I want big dick ta flaunt HER orgasms YOUR taunt...
Ya name rings true but the bells for you dyin in this duel cuz lyrical bullets rip through ya body like a flu.
I'm classical like Beethoven while you bend-over-often takin dick-all-off-in ya ass...
So I rip like a symphony cuz ya have-it-in-for-me, reach "note"able peaks and crack ya like glass.
Pathetic in ya "genes", testosterone lean ya couldn't "erect" a bar if ya "ghost" writer was John Holmes the porn king.
Just lay limp, talent and dick gimp while I elevate like a blimp ta peel and eat ya like shrimp.
I battle tha best you obsessed with the rest killin the newbs and avoiding real tests...
Cuz ya spit would fail even on a curve so I'll serve ya ass gourmet like fuckin hors d'oeuvres.
Bisexual bitch with more than one itch suckin the cock along with lickin the clit...
Gettin gifts from both worlds from ya boy and girl, flowers from the lady, the dude gives ya "pearls".
Ya been phonin Justin Timberlake and hangin up, too shy ta ask for a double dine...
But ya hope he calls back so ya can get in touch with his sac in ya version of "star 69".
Amphibian rapper in a crapper, swimmin in piss but spittin on land as defenseless as prey...
Feelin 'froggy', JUMP! Get hit by my bars like theys cars as I rip this predator spray.
I spit like a table with straps adding poison in my raps, 'needle' fine to ensure connection...
Knock ya over with flow let wordplay take hold use punches as lethal injection.
Revealed domination with the lyrics I spit, gripped ya throat like a sadist grips a whore's tit...
No breath in ya lungs like when ya freestyle have YOUR puke on MY hand in a bizarre 8 Mile.

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Merkings will occur Monday thru Friday, 8 am thru 5 pm, C.S.T.
For my convenience, not yours!