This kid asked for it...

Then ran scared...

So, I'm not wasting this rhyme...

20 line max is what he said in his callout.

So...


What am I gonna say about this kid, that you don't already know.
Should I talk how he's frontin me, with not a single battle to show?

How he's sendin me multiple PM's, wanting my attention...
But battlin a true vet, is beyond his comprehension.

Should I spit about his life's love, it's all over his profile...
He don't want no pussy, skateboardin makes his dick smile.

Rolling across the pavement, tiny dick hard as a rock...
Look at him all happy, until I drop the cinder block...

Teen, I'm a bust your ass like I bust Trojans, everything about me's thick...
Like Maximus to an ordinary roman, I'm goin Gladiator on this prick!

And that's takin it easy on this baby, cuz he's such a cute little thing...
New to this Earth, but 3 strikes at birth, born with his dick in a sling!

You're testing my sickness, so I'm a make you an example...
Push my dick past your lips, leave some precum as a sample.

Now I ain't a poet up in here, Edgar Allen was dark, but I'm darker...
This Tell-Tale Heart will rip ya apart, have ya limping with a walker! (How ya gonna skate?)

Cuz like a Jew goes to "temple", my lyrical bullets are headed for yours...
I've read your shit, it's simple, like an evangelist's cures. (Not happenin!)

So go back to your skatin, I'll hook ya up like the handicapped...
Motorized boardin, cuz on da Front Lines you got Bitch Slapped!

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