Battle Two

My legacy continues...

Pick it up...

Diabolically diminished, I'm shredding you into millions of pieces in just the blink of an eye//
Ironically finished, the crowd screams at me with the suspension of wanting to watch you die//
So I have to ask why, Did you really expect to step up to me and get out alive?//
Think again son, cause soon you'll be biting your nails waitin for your loss to arrive//
See what it cost to survive, is more than you'll ever own but at least you thought you could try//
Like a drought you'll be dry, stutters for words begin seeping right through your lips//
I'm rippin this while you drippin tits, flippin backwards sippin on anal-sex victim's dicks//
You see my text-system fits, I write a verse dissing pricks, you comeback with half-ass written scripts//
And Draft-bitten skits, Its like i just open my mouth and begin to dominate you and your disses//
The moral of this-is, if you aren't as twisted, then step-off because to me your shit-spits are just kisses//

Dead...

Out...