I am going first cause the way i murder ya punctuations, you never finish a line//
But like a "broken watch" in this battle you're ruined, finished this time//
I diss assemble my complex lines just to make it easy to read//
Cause my master critique is moving knives to cows-It's carelessly ripping this beef//
Eh, Meks, you sexual drunk! No wonder ure over my testy's//
Dropping bombs on heads, I infest these//
Its tha hating story, It follows a rhythem//
As I mold ur "small minds" into an intreaging collapsed prism//
Simulate digital hate with a literal mindstate minds placed on the mic, meks you time waste//
Meks is going nowhere like the deaf and the blind in a timed race//
Spines misplaced, disgraced, from ya birthplace a forplay mistake//
Meks was to intertwine ur face, with a blazing fire place, A higher pace, pick it up before I bitchslap ur face//
I'll leave sentences with a __________ in place//
Ask who's the wackest MC on RB and I'll let ya copy ur name and paste//