Ill kill this kid, send him to hell and watch him die again by demons
Ill add n 'f' before his name cuz my spits get this flute screamin*
Id like to son you kid, but your to feminen so ill call u my daughter
Take away any flow you had when i 'blow your spits outta the water'
There aint no time for you, you should statred writin ur wack shit soona
cuz this kids 'caught on the net' more then dolphins when men fish for tuna
Just fall back, ur verse is a joke and im known to sock on clowns
Only time this kid drops hot is when my bullets knock him down
Dont get to close next time kid cuz ull get the stiff end of my boot
You could call me the cops the way i rob this victory from lute*
Get outta here kid, you dont got 'straight flow', but quit bein gay
You cant keep up, ill have this kid twisted in my complexity like DNA
I keep this shit on the real, bringin heat hotter then summers
Cuz when i punch ya i cant miss like fat homer typing numbers
Im quick when im delivering stealthy blows like silent farts bitch
Your creativity is wack like some martial arts kids
You aint got a chance, any luck u had has diminished
I had you at the starta my verse i dunno why i finished
Bad news is first, ive dealth with it by taking you out
The good news is you can walk away but i won this bout

keyed in 20 mins.. good luck

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Sonz Of Enlightenment