*DON'T LET THE CURRENT LOVEY STATE FOOL U...I WILL STILL BREAK U DOWN...LITERALLY AND METAPHORICALLY...EASY*


I make my pen skeet all over loose leafs...
Impregnating white lines like a hard dick strokin the insides.
I give birth 2 concepts while u adopt ur verses...
I breathe life into my rhymes...ur shit still born ridin' in the back of hearses...
I annunciate 4 a purpose...meaning muthafuckas feel my shit...
I got ur main bitch swallowing my every word...when u speak that bitch just spits...

I twist these verbs like I twist my erb....
Ur shit worthless crushed up like blunt guts on the curb...
I rhyme 4 a reason...not 4 a season...
Dear Summer...it's been the coldest winter ever and I'd rather spring past ur thoughts than fall 4 the bullshit u speakin...
Ur words... they weaken as soon as my pen starts leakin...
I'll pray 4 the potency of ur prose 2 permeate....just call me a Deacon.

I twirl my tongue in holy water and baptize my pen in hell fire
It's so heavenly when I flow but satanic when syllables spill..I make Lucifer wanna retire...
My punchlines leave u tight lipped like when Kanye was spittin thru the wire...
I make bitches wanna quit when they was once poetic hopefuls...
Outspittin' quick wits even when I aint sayin shit cuz every line I drip is quoteable...

Im on some Cant U See like Total shit...
That Biggie "Kick in the Door" like Im a Brooklyn bred thorough bitch...
"Can I finesse...split the dutch and caress"
My rhymes put holes thru ya chest...have ur pen in cardiac arrest...
I scribble till it aint no traces of ink left...

I put yellow tape around ur thoughts and cease ur dreams of bein a dope worder...
No need 4 a coroners report cuz it's obvious ur my latest victim of lyrical murder...
Queenpin of the inkpen...HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA SAY IT???
I assasinate adverbs no matter what topic Im faced wit...
My flow was spawned in a Brick City basement...
I'll outline ur hardest rhyme in chalk and then clown walk all over the pavement...
U might wanna revamp ur verse...press ctrl atl delete...
Ur dick gets rock hard when I speak... that don't mean ur shit is concrete...

Ima diamond manifested from the dirt so muthafuckas overlook my worth...
Ur pointless like a dick thats all long but lackin when it comes 2 the girth...
My pen strokes mead margins tight like a virgin's hymen...
I'll rape ur concepts and leave u shook 2 the point where u 4get about rhymin...

So gon' head and lay that pen 2 rest cuz Im a bandit guilty of stealin the heart out ur chest...
Please choose ur battles more carefully next time u decide 2 call out the best...
This shit was nothin but a multiple choice test...meaning u guessed u could beat me...
Tryin 2 come at my lines is like bifocals 4 the blind...U STILL COULD NEVER SEE ME....
I'll give u an "A" 4 effort though...toss u a lil' constellation prize...
And best belive my final verse will be etched on ur tombstone after u meet ur demise...

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