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Killa Kobra checkin in heres how its goin down!

- 10-14 Lines
- No D/R, Crew or Hater Votes
- First to 5 votes or 3-0 is a K.O

Ima drop ma shit soon so dont fink i aint comin back

man ur lyrics remind me of vanilla ice
the odds of u defeatin me is like rollin 99 on a dice
wat im sayin iz you have no chance
n il have 2 call for a lyrical ambulance
n leave u lyrically on a ventalator
leavin you on the bottom jus like a denominator
il hang u like a christmas ornament
hit u more times than a masturbatin tournament
ur name means u can tell the future
tell that to jesus n he would shoot ya
after this battle ur record would be 0-1
n the only way u cud change it, is if it was a con
this is me over n out Killa Kobra
n jus like dis verse ur rap carrer ITS OVER

If you think jesus is shootin me, you got a "second" thing "coming"/
Cos I have doubts about the resurrection contistuting jesus frontin//
At the end of this rhyme, you scream 2 for 2 like noah's arc/
But I don't deal with snakes, cos they may have bite but no bark//
I can't take offence to ur rhymes, To make conversation i speak upon the weather/
I'm always one step ahead, You wanna bring the beef? I bring the leather//
The truth stares you in the eyes, It refuses to be distorted/
No one cares about your demise, its a surprise you haven't aborted//
I could call you self-defeatist, Or was thats serious attempt?/
Call me a lyrical elitist, I hold wack emcees like you in my contempt//
The solution is to relent, mimimise the dilution and repent/
You mentioned jesus so i'm asking you to give up rapping for lent//
If i were in your scales, I'd conteplate shedding your old skin/
Because if the snake doesn't bail, somebody'll be calling its next of kin//

Any votes would be appreciated.

prophetic won that by a mile