a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
u just met ur match kid......
I design rhymes to kill, instill this “eclipse” to blind his own will, because you could be George Foreman and still not “get in my grill” :: Got your fill? I distill your rhymes like fine wine, because being healthy isn’t necessarily better than being ill // 1
I erupt with attacks he can’t fend, bend ellipses to concentrate eclipses into solar beams that can bend, to rend wounds he can’t mend :: break his alias, like a Jamison without the Jen, I destroy this fake without amends, must be baptizing bad stock….the way im cleansing “losing trends” // 2
I get rid of bitches like this, split ur stomach like “sections” without the “mid” (midsections), ur like a child, the only thing that feels ur spit are baby bibs :: Blocking your heat like stovetop lids, cuz lets be honest, ive got more rhymes than Shawn Kemp has kids // 3
Even if u didn’t bite, id still give you a taste, must be easy to click copy and paste, so I’ll slow….down…my…rhymes….so you can keep pace :: I spit violent like mace, outline me in pencil and I still couldn’t get traced, because everyone knows…..eclipses without the solar or lunar are a waste // 4
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