8 lines

no swaying or any complaining

due in 20 minutes.

checkin in
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flesh you the type of nicca to roll up your windows//
lock your doors and pray nobody puts you in a box with pillows//(caskett)
i dont give a fuck i'll disconnect your spinal chord//
have the feds rippin it from the ehaust from your honda accord//
Q's a surgeon cuz i make a livin keepin niggas under the knife//
Bulletes is like sprinters the way they go through you and run with your life// You say fuck you young q, i say fuck you too//
and those faggots that you reppin i say fuck them too

Q's skill is worse than 'prom-date's' being rejected-at-first
I couldnt feel your rhymes if i fuckin injected-the-verse
Leave ya directed-witta-curse thats cancerous, so dont answer-this
I wont glance at shit, i'll just 'boggle ya punches' and 'trance-ya-fists'
Watch me lance-this-bitch with an applicable-attack on this practical-wack
Put a 'X in ya column' with diagonal-stacks,Q couldnt 'sling-a-TAP' with a retractable-BACK

What did you say? End this kid like EyesMindAssassin?

'Gash ya vocals' when im slittin-ya-throat and hittin-ya-notes
This dick-is-provoked, worse than 'al-gore' fuckin bitchin-for-votes

Goodnite.

good spit dawg, damn that finisher is killer, shold have gone for more lines, o well........lets get some votes

uppin for some votes>>>.................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ..................

q yo spit was aight but you came wit a weak finsher. I gots to give this battle flesh. flesh's verse was blazin