|| Its more brutal but similar to “phone sex” |
|| the way jjkoert is fucked with words |
|| Claiming vets duck with nerves when really |
|| anyone could crush this herb |
|| This is a fauxbout, a virtual battle so ill |
|| have to smack you through your console |
|| Ill rip your throat out to make you choke |
|| and then ill slap you with your tonsils |
|| You couldn’t (w)rap with heat if you were |
|| packing parcels in a furnace |
|| My punches bruise beneath the skin, |
||while your cracking carpels on this wordsmith |
|| You wouldn’t drop hot scripts if your diary |
|| slipped into a firey pit |
|| its clear you admire me bitch |
|| Even with leaded wrists this soon beheaded bitch |
|| couldn’t come heavy with fists |
|| My cleverly scripted disses drag out your pain |
|| as your verse gets steadily ripped |
|| Your so un-self-sufficient you’ve probably got |
|| someone else to fake your coherence |