Damn you want ya verses quick I smell a pre-writer ne way wateva

I'm plain iller after this you'll need a pain killer
You've hurt ya'self, It'll teach you for playin' killer
You jus' weren't ready for me son, this shit's over dude
I was born ready like I was 6 weeks over due
Your game needs to be raised like aborted foetuses
Or like uncertain christians need assurance Jesus lived
My lines move ya like I'm usin' tha force
Your rhymes are not heard like ya losin' ya voice
You need ta practice ya flow come back when it tight
But you'd have thought by verse 112 you'd get it right