Brooklyn: Please go easy on me, all my wins come from newbies, im not ready to face a vet.

Mentally Kursed: Its okay, i heard all dogs go to heaven

Brooklyn: So after you lyrically murder me ill be in heaven wit my puppy NaNa
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aight check it

Brooklyn your a newbie, you applied to become a vet but was declined//
you placed your scrotums on a modem so your balls would be on line// (online)

your verse was bad like a R. Kelley song, called little girl go away//
lyrically stabbin your soul and endin your life, causin your heart to stop then delay//

slit your throat wit a machette, breath in, then out, and relax//
you cant see yourself beatin me even if you rocked viagra made wit contacts//

my punches hit to the back knockin your vertebrae disks outta your spine//
head shoulders knees and toes chopped up, your body parts no longer connect or align//

your life is like a swish in bball, your career is nothin but net//
you work wit SARS for minor wage and your still not a major threat//

Brooklyn edits his verses to win, battles newbies for his rec//
Changed your font size to a smaller font so your flow doesnt seem stretched//