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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
ok heres a quickie.........just to get this battle done and over with.........
Rhyme to curse, only way you could backtrack this merk is if you spitted in reverse, you're only "ahead of me" because you went first :: bitch could write (touch the screen) after bars and I still couldn't feel ya verse, cuz you battlin your reflection is the only true way "worst comes to worst" // 1
Magically and metaphorically manipulate your mental, punch out ya wisdom cuz I'm detrimental to your dental :: I'm not gentle, disperse merks with the paper and pencil, cuz you couldn't "move voters" if your verse shoved em in UHaul truck rentals // 2
Greet your defeat cuz its Halloween the way I hand out lyrical treats, "hugging gravel" is the only way you'll "get to know street" :: I'm serving words on a platter the way I'm dishing out rhyme feats, its like racing personal produce cuz you could never "keep up with my beets" (beats) // 3
Just call it quits, replace your face with ur ass cuz ur spittin shits, use my legs instead of my fists cuz my punches are "just for kicks" :: you're gettin lit, admit you only get votes by riding dicks, cuz ur punches are more played-out than radio pop music hits // 4
blah. As always vote on best verse....................peace.
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