My Verse:

This isn’t a ‘lunchroom brawl’ but like ‘food fight’ I’ll hit you up with “beef”/
Fake Em couldn’t “bite” a raw line even if it was written on rotten “teeth”/
Got ‘clocked-out’ because you’re ‘short handed’ ...can’t even past out “time”/
Watch’ me rewind your 1st tried when i beat this “cheap” hoe with a “thrift” rhyme/
Your style’s past-tense, when i pee’d out liquid is the only time you could come a‘head’/
Seeing Ghosts? an early death.. lets say in the 6 but i “Sense” you’re already ‘dead’/
This ‘feather’ weight floats while i ‘duck’ punch-lines cuz i never drown in flows/
Grasp a hold, when i pass by it’s an ‘automatic’ win... cuz i rap on ‘cruise control’//
Why you smiling for... you ‘ride’ so much Dick you got dimples on your ‘cheeks’/
Like ‘blind men’ standing on ‘mountaintop’ you still don’t seem to “peak”(peek)//
I hold the gauntlet and ‘upper-deck’ you with punches but this isn’t a ‘card game’/
This fag has ‘no balls’ to ‘hold up’ cuz this battle is “brief” like “Hanes”//
I’m gonna “end” this guys defenses with a “period.”causing you to ‘men-o-pause’
Giving you gift of a ‘smoke-out’ when i drop shit through “chimneys” like Santa Clause//

reply as soon as possible

peace