Checkin in

‘Envy-Skillz your ass has no talent//
Slipping up on your heels, my spits make you lose balance//
Standing over you like a 9ft murderer//
I slam a spit at you, like a champion shit shredder//
The fear I produce in a single vain//
Leaving your ass lose, like your bitch gone insane//
Who’s to blame, for this mass slaughter//
No offence, but you're acts like a spoilt daughter//
I caught ya off guard now, dropping my fist, hear ya cheeks sound “plough”//
Incredible punch lines for your ass to invert//
When it comes crunch-time, your ass gets hurt//
Like a bitch with no spare-time, you may as well, give up…

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'