WHATS DA MATTA..CANT FORMAT YA SHIT???FIGURED AS MUCH
U ACCEPTED MY CHALLANGE...MEANIN U ACCEPTED MY RULES,1,2 an 3..SO IMMA DROP MY VERSE..SEE IF U CAN KEEP UP..IF U CANT WRITE YA STORY..DEN JUS FOREFIT,ITS ALL GOOD

been watchin ur house 4 bouts an hour,my mouth feel a drought i need a shower,
i slip threw da window,in hopes u slip n dont notice da 6 inch exposed glow of my motives,
on my life by 2 night my insight will b noted,take out my rotary phone n watch da foam form from ya dome,
take dis 2 da basement,da bass~ment 2 arrange a strange twist~of~fate,ya face twitch~ya~faint...awakened,
no mistakes u can make out da sounds,laughter,a scatter,ya bakk shatters,n its only 9 after,
in minutes ur missin ur dignity,i dig ya knees instantly w/ a glistening stikk n leaves still in place,
distilled acids n vase,pins wield ya abbsence jus ask n its added no answer but an axe threw ya waist,
spent sum time now accuainted,ment 2 say bye,couldnt wait n,now bathed in a lake bout 3 counties away,
u tryna shout but 4 miles around,aint shit but my dreams surround ya ribs see da steam???
im proud 2 paint u dis scene,u aint been able 2 see since da cable cord strangled ur screen,
now burried,not even prepared 4 a cemetary much less my unpleasnt variety of suspects,now subject 2 obituaries~imag