MY BAD I MISSED MY FIRST TWO LINES HERE THEY ARE

My CRAFTS RHYMES BLOW INSTANT...wouldn't give a "penny for ya thoughts"...don't pay this SAP'S LINES NO MENTION...
AS MY FLOWS HIT HIM this text will "white out ya presence" like an ALBINO CHRISTMAS...

ANTI throws BRUTAL LINES AT YOU...ya 'scripts are abnormal' like LUKE WIT FIVE CHAPTERS...
I'll BRUISE THROUGH RHYME VACUOLES..."pierce ya sides" wit punches and even mirk "CREWS-IF-I (crucify)" HAD TO...

You're FORGING POOR SH!T...seems like you're "slow to anger" like a MORBID TORTOIS...
I'll collapse and "censor" your spits as you "Span-ish" in threads to combat this VERBAL FOR-"TRES"...(ish=censored)

I'm MORE THAN MOST YOU fags...got you falling till ya skeleton's cracked like POURING LOCUSTS...
You couldn't "crush my raps" if you were standing by my lyrics and spilled "ORANGE SODA"..

***FINAL BLOW!!!***
Even If You Soil-Shit.. I'm Still Untouched Like Handles On Public Toilets...
Ya Boys Oil-It.. And Like Dessert Before Dinner, I win, There I Spoiled It...