its fisticuffs and lunges, fuck this little punk, his gloves dint touch me
swingin minimalist punches, fists he flung hit nothing - softly //
comes across mean, but hes not - seen larger scraps 'mongst farmyard gnats
styk9 make me nap, bars marked ''wack bizarre half-assed discarded trash'' since starting rap //
its hardly that - he's improvising, simple lines, rhymes in disguises //
camoflauged, i cannot spot them - shit, cant find his skill, its hiding //
simplify this set up, first fact: vets fuck herbs bad, left in dirt,
best reverse man, dem who swerve past my direction tend to learn that //
yeah, preserve that nerdish smirk stryk9, smile while i inject and squirt gas //
hot-head pussy, then a burnt cat - left with fur half charred and turned black //
wait, i heard thats your preferred hat - several lice submerged in bird crap//
smell his hair - tha dirt diverts ass, girls desert naps n' hurl in purse bags //
flirt with perv' mag rags, your last hope - man, your past surpasses ''bad joke''//
battlin stryl9 like hackers crack code, track his wack source n' snap its back bone //
slap him back home - sieze tha premises and get his gene-pool wetter //
deep-root tethers 'G', you're less than breezes, i increase tha weather //
cease your letters kid, i dwarf you, i inflict malicious war wounds
pretty-boy, my spit absorbs you, stick to whoring dick in dorm rooms //
mis-informed, you fuck around - dudes jump you, clown you, cum runs down.. //
your ass cheeks swollen, ''last weeks hoe'', you're nothin now ya dumb slut.. proud? //

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y dont u wanna battle me ???
scared to say hello to the L instead of the W