I’ll cut ya face open and piss in ya wounds.
I’ll ******** ya mom just to make enough space to put you back in the woom.
I spit tongue twisters slicker than twisters and typhoons.
You spit like a dead dehydrated man in the desert facing his doom.
All this s**t’s pathetic, surrounded by diabetic children looken for a medic,
While I cockslap they faces they caress it, s**t makes you depressed, kid.
I spit liquid to gaseous hot rhymes formed from pistons
Causing internal pineal gland fission, to ignite’s it’s mission.
You already know I’ma bug in your system,
A nocturnal parasite of which Egyptian hieroglyphs depicts em.
I give whack emcees like you indigest..
My rhymes been corrupt like 97 percent of presidential elections,
Depressing the system and regressing your impression.
Pretty whack even for a first round but it was just a quick verse. It should be unanimous that I won lol.
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