Yo this foo sphere-shit bites my lyrics like it’s a skit/
makin you slit-wrists just so you dont have to hurt when my fists-hit/
cuz you know when you do wut faggots-do my punches hit wit great magnitude/
and crack ya back-in-two,you didnt want me to post cuz you know when i attack-its-threw, all you thinkin is you bout-ta-lose/
try to make yaself a copy of this rhyme and my sentences will put a virus inside ya printer/
Lyrically I got iller lines then a medical center /
you couldnt be ill on outer space even the aliens would laugh-at-you/
they spit back-at-you hittin you wit blows that send you back to earth black-and-blue/
the only way you win is by gay-disqualifications, ill ingrave-ya-whole-face-in, send you to da hospital to get ya neck-brace-in/
ill make ya entire waist-bend, until you feet conect wit ya mouth and make you taste-shin, and then beat you again until ya heart rate-became-slim/
ill set you up against my girl Ja$per and shell rip you so hard youll begin-ta-date-men, i spit rhymes so hot for battles that i start fights even god wont engage-in/


Weak verse but i didnt need a long one
10 min verse