this ma first textual rhyme holla at playa


i'll rip your tongue out in my rap court as a penalty for spitting wack
rhymes/
i go line for line for your demise/
netherground vibe knocks u off the Hiphop orbit
u can't exist in my presence ,even as my shadow/
your mind is narrow like the tip of a funnel/
metaphors u tackle bump on each other like fun-fair dodgems/
cuz your words couldn't connect wid hyphens/
you're just a hypened homosexual/
suckin' dick as a daily ritual/
watch i'm attackin' ya, my style crushin' ya ventricles/
to cause the bloodrush, to blow your testicles/
your style is played,free or paid, you need lyrical aid
i liquidate your brain leaving your vocabulary broke/
rhymes provoke, so dope, u tear what u wrote/
cuz your text don't impress/
your rapbook is wack right from the index/