aight he aint checked in yet
but heres my shit
he coulda at least checked in before he pre wrote his shit

OPERNER

i'm a spit~this~quick and split~this~kid like a con-joined twin operation
sit back and witness~this cus like limply~dicks he'll fail to rise for this occasion//

like mis~fits that made my battle shit~list you'll slit~ya~wrist and wish u never exist~ed
struck a match and lit~my~spit its gettin hot...air condition~fixed? guess not....so get out the kitchen~bitch//

THAT WAS FUN, SWITCH STYLES

next time you're asked to spit, do us a favor and plead the fifth
ya verse is like turds droppin and we dont wanna here that shit//

i'm bringin some unwanted beef,so change ya diet and stick to vegetables
dick ridin so much got wit more sperm in ya asshole than i got in my testicles//

my punches hit hard feels like u got a blunt~to~ya~head
take your wack rhymes and put them back up under~ya~bed// (where he's from)

eight and three is your destiny,but i feel like i merked you twice
how can you spit a hot verse when your flows are blazed in ice//(check his avatar, get it)


man no pre-writn nigga, u answered my callout, change the rules for me to spit first, this better not be a no show