Merking In Progress....

t-west the great? Fuck that your just another
new bitch to rape//

Im spitting your fate,
Why do you hang off so many peoples nuts?
Have you got pubics to rate?//

Your tiny brain hasn’t even got enough cubic
space to win a two faced one coloured rubix race//

This prick couldn’t spit hot bars if he locked
lead pipes into his ultra wide pop tarts//

You havent got sparks,
t-west couldn’t hit hard and onpoint if he
was on a sky scraper and dropped darts//

Ive got a murderous mind,
and these words of mine are my verbalist knives
Even a worthless mime could curve your spine//

so if your thinking of winning, get to the back
of the herbiest line//

You act like your genders been switched,
so if I refer to you as my dog, what I really mean
is you my bitch..//

Finisher: You could'nt COOK up a Flow //
even if you Had the Recipe? //
beatin me in a punches must //
be a joke, the closest thing you ever //
came to pussy was your mom's pink ivory soap. //

Merk Complete.