I'll choke you with this smoke like a rope around your throat, keepin your rhymes most unknown//
Throw you into a psyclone of notes cuz we both know you deliver your lines in monotone//
You Testin' The Throne? You wanna spit sick? I'll Slip this clip into your lip, thats how you'll have bullets to spit//
Your a faggot with jock itch on your top lip ya shit may be fly, cause your ass is known as the cockpit!//
You gotta jock shit to have hot hits and hot spits cause on top you are not, bitch//
You're suicide coincided with my first rhyme, this battle before your first line was spit//


quick verse.. he wasnt worth anything special.

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