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I spit plenty punches to pierce thru your brains 'with speed'
while dismantle your mantle with blazin rhymes until your neck drips with 'gasoline'
My raps style drastic leavin niggas buried and wrapped up 'in plasti'
Wit spit taktikz that’ll chop you up like cabbage and leave you turned over in caskets
I'll slay my punches to his brain wit verbs that'll leave em 'drippin in sweat'
Rippin organs and spittin verses thru his spine until each word is 'rippin his neck'
Why even spit ?Your time is now to feel the pressure of a lyrical 'king at his best'
One Versesend three shells thru ur vest and damage each splein 'thru your chest'
I'll.scorch your team. and drag them acorss the patio until the 'porch is clean'
i dont result to violence i just chop up your bars wit claws like 'wolverine'
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.Open battles.
Im A Punchline Champion ..
You Got Rhymes But I Heard It All Before Like Sunshine Anderson
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