***Pics up Tha Mic***


Yo

Battle wit Mentally Kursed das a (W)rap Gladly (Glad wrap), you all burned out
Im energized like a battery//

You baffle me sadly, rhyming so badly, thinking you got a chance,
If you had “STYLES” like “JULIA” I still wouldn’t Save You The Last Dance//

This is ya last chance throw in da towel, I will verbally plant seeds in ya ass,
And let them grow in ya bowels//

Wit me you not a contender, you pretender, I put ya rhymes in da blinder, hit u wit da
Whip leave bloodstains all ova my fender, stab you and bribe da public defender,
Lyrically castrate you and claim you lied about ya gender//

Im mean wit my lyrics dey say im a jerk or a menace, Im tying you down
Makin others witness dis “MERK” till’ im finished//

You couldn’t fuck wit me if ya name was “LIFESTYLE” or “TROJAN”,
I spit so hot I close and make ya respiratory system re-open, my words is potent,
Cloud up ya lungs as if you jus began smoking//


***Throws tha mic to Kursed***