tyin my winz around ur head so u suffocate/ur losses say 0 but pump 10 lines 2 rise and inflate//

u pink slippin like learin 2 ride a 3 wheeler/but like so he gonna bruise his face cuz u boyfriend missed the mouth of this dick eater//

finally constant on the flow and ready 2 be consisted/ cuz ill gladly assist u with clenched fists and take u out as though u never exsisted/

subconciously without askin the doc stikin in ur ass a thermo-meter//sick 2 my stomach cuz im battlin the world champ also kno as the premo-meat-beater//

wurdz be spellin his shit wrong without wizdom 4 OF// but if push comes 2 shove, then without hesitation ill push u down from above//

he pushin me 2 finish as though he was done in no-time/but only thing i see in his rhyme iz sublimetal messages sayin go-bemine//

my clock hands dont turn that way, cuz im straight and go clockwise/lookin above as though professional spies as though ur parents cuz cant place a spit without parents havin 2 supervise//

childish behavier is wat im facin..couldnt tie connect his lines holes if he was lacing//
racing 2 the finish but im takin it slow like the turtle cuz ill win with steady lines pacing//

FINISHER**

eyes waterin cuz ur lines stinkin the thread like a dirty diaper in the waste basket//
but sealin the deal as though a grave keeper burryin u alive in a Restricted Casket//

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THE RESTRICTED WUN HAS ROZE 2 CONQUER.....AGAIN!


I'M BACK!!!