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KnightShade's Verse

What the fuck is this ill make the decision to make an incision in percision with precision,
Yall come up missin just for bitching like children coming out of women,
The Shit I write is a math you’ll never understand like the square-root-of-pie,
I don’t dress my shit up ill kick your ass with this bare-foot-of-mine,
We pimpin fat bitches to suck-some-udders, so many in ya mouths leave ya'll stuck-with-stutters,
Even with a lot of women, and out of date condoms ya couldn’t Fuck-with-our-numbers,
It takes yall sixty seven-rhymes to come up with ten-times my eleven-lines,
Do the math and ya'll end up with my shit next to multiplication signs,
I change the forenzix of kenetics re-arrange the insides of ya Levis then your left bitches,
Fast forward and rewind leave chemists guessing and checking connections of your genetics,
Lyrical-as-sault blood smeared-on-as-phault, hysterics make mass suidice like stupid-ass-cults,
Fuck your system, like gear-with-mad-faults, screw your noodle like a Jap cook who aint hear-to-add-salts,
I condemn every canadian and North American to be lyrically smacked by this anglo-saxan,
Everyone gets it, I leave all of ya stuck out like cocks when I leave you stumped just like half-men,
Comin against my vocab none of you wont last left ineffective like Kyoto in a Russian smoke-stack,
Revive you like an addict getting his coke-back I revoke that then you graspin for ideas because all of you are-so-wack...


Shadow God's Verse:

I come out spittin like turrets...Releasin metallical bullets...Venomous attacks

injectional...Speech intellectual facts about who's status is current...Can't flamethrow at this serpent...I bet

against vets to show my skill...Give me a chance to learn it...Ruptured my soul to converse with

death...Stethoscope what's left of your bones...Shadow God don't remorse staked lives that's buried in

Earth's ozone...Lyrically laceratin "lyrikal" emcees...Drop dead in a sespool of feces...Dread the life after

death to perform another Odysseus...I kick flows like electrodes...Sonic boomin and clappin souls...Put holes

in esophagus'...Plug stops so you'll catch a suffocatable blow to tha throat...Split skullz with hollow tip

shellz that click brains null...Make this conquest of battlin me rural like cities...I'm difficult to be around when

we have beef in tha same vicinities...KnightShade and Shadow
God together cause mass murders on

enemies without tha effiency to care about these bitches see.

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