15-20 lines
no d/r votes
nocrew shit/
i aint trippin im bout to spit.. u better not no show...aite mayne.
good luk...

homie u gotta check in an spit mayne..aite ..check in..so i no u aint gunna pull a no show.. i iant spitin till u cehck in

yea bra im hea shit just spit
immmmmmmmmmmmmm rightttttttttttttttt
heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

da beat drops. leavin him hung.like this cat got his tongue..
so u checkin in or wut....im droppin it..dont no show hoe.

Ill error cudnt buy a vote if he stuck a gun to ya throat//
anxious for blazing you, quick cuz ya games a hoax//
you’ll never win… this veteran’s vicious merkin is delicious//
ya teams coming apart at the seams like tearin stitches//
preparin sick shit to flip on you dip shits that think u sik//
fanfavorite cudnt buy a vote if he stuck a gun to ya throat//
anxious for blazing you, quick cuz ya games a hoax//
you’ll never win… this veteran’s vicious//
ya teams coming apart at the seams like tearin stitches//
preparin sick shit to flip on you dip shits leavin u hit//
Vet mc is to sick scripts… as a piece is to clips bitch//
always unloading, foreboding to the fullest//
that dis cat an his verse will be sweating bullets//
but I aint gotta pack steal… that’s fa rill//
Ills getin weak in the knees when I flash the skill//
this Sav is ill… you’ll loose against him//
cause whenever there’s a bone to pick, I’m sick like rheumatism/
you can’t touch this… so ya better give a fuck quick//
when I bust this… I’m goin all out like ya luck is//
my language grips… to entertain the masses//
you’re a lame that spits shit that’s plain wackness//
never blast shit, cause you aint filled with villainy//
and this outcomes no doubt son… so the suspense aint even killin me//

ya know im ya hero il Error be 4 real//
in the Gravity of this situation… you’ll get ya weak flow revealed//
ya know dis VEts skilled, and my words are is the same//
all combatants hit the canvass when we cave in ya brain//
avoid this or soon… ya room’s decorated in anatomy//
be mad at me… u got errors in ya savagry u aint leveld wit gravity

wtf...dat aint rite....///////////////////////////////////dis my real verse///////////////////////////////////////////////////////

da beat drops. leavin him hung.like this cat got his tongue..
so u checkin in or wut....im droppin it..dont no show hoe.

Ill error cudnt buy a vote if he stuck a gun to ya throat//
anxious for blazing you, quick cuz ya games a hoax//
you’ll never win… this veteran’s vicious merkin is delicious//
ya teams coming apart at the seams like tearin stitches//
preparin sick shit to flip on you dip shits that think u sik//
Vet mc is to sick scripts… as a piece is to clips bitch//
always unloading, foreboding to the fullest//
that dis cat an his verse will be sweating bullets//
but I aint gotta pack steal… that’s fa rill//
Ills getin weak in the knees when I flash the skill//
this Sav is ill… you’ll loose against him//
cause whenever there’s a bone to pick, I’m sick like rheumatism/
you can’t touch this… so ya better give a fuck quick//
when I bust this… I’m goin all out like ya luck is//
my language grips… to entertain the masses//
you’re a lame that spits shit that’s plain wackness//
never blast shit, cause you aint filled with villainy//
and this outcomes no doubt son… so the suspense aint even killin me//

ya know im ya hero il Error be 4 real//
in the Gravity of this situation… you’ll get ya weak flow revealed//
ya know dis VEts skilled, and my words are is the same//
all combatants hit the canvass when we cave in ya brain//
avoid this or soon… ya room’s decorated in anatomy//
be mad at me… u got errors in ya savagry u aint leveld wit gravity