Im stire crazy the rooms spinnin making me tipsy
I'm passing out I need a chick to kiss me
Im spitting so sickly with thoughts of killing
i'll slit you open just for not feeling
My style thats wild more hyper den adhd
With high impulses dat are made 2 make you crazy
hyperventerlating with stress cuz my lifes such a mess
But I was put here to annoy I guess im blessed
maby to depressed but come out on top when I spit
Got your ass in my power doing cart wheals and back flips
i'll peal off ur chap lips till they bleed chop ur head off wid a hatchet
theres no1 iller with my skill cuz I can turn you into a match stick
Lyrics that bust open like volcanos turning you to dust
Whenever you cuss your gonna feel frustration when I bust
I'm killing you quick just about to spill your guts
and im gonna throw an uppercut but not ya face into your nuts
You suck more it's a damn shame that you are a whore
you ain't special from all the cats that I've seen before..

Alrite peace

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Vocabulary: Still nothing amazing, can be worked on.
Flow: Okay, that hatchet line didn't seem all that good on the flow side to me...
Structure: Okay. The hatchet line stretched it out.
Concept: Same as all your other things.
Topic: Same as all your other things.
Favorite Lines: None quotable.
Rating: 6/10
Advice: Find an original topic, or if you continue pursuing self-glorification but you need to be original, because all you seem to me is another wannabe generic rapper with no wordplay who relies on his friends with four posts to come in here and say 'it's dope' when leaving no legitimate feed. Find some originality.

Remember to RTF on Dead Beat Holiday.

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