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My flows are explosive, known as the opus, posted to roast kids,
shown as corrosive to foes since my motive’s focused on boasting/
Though it’s openly noticed…my syllables spill, killing for thrills,
since my weapon’s this intricate skill, mixed with ink and the quill/
Yet belligerence fills…voids within life, since toiling through strife,
shows the whole point of a cyph as annoyed kids avoiding the mic/
Joining to fight, within struggles of wits, where rebuttals are spit,
I’m coming equipped, uttering scripts to leave kids’ jugular’s split/
As they’re punished with quips, due to the fact I’m brutal with raps,
dissing these bitches spitting with writtens as the proof that they lack/
Any musical tact, I’m repping to curse you, wrecking with words to,
prove if you step in the circle I won’t need weapons to merck you/
Since I’ll hurt you & assault you quick, cut you then throw salt in it,
destroy your starting five, & then proceed to crush your alternates/
Kids falter since, we’ll spit evidence of, what this rhetoric does,
and show me and Headless the best since we rip forever because/
The high is better than drugs, our team is dirty were kareem an worthy
Till the opponent receives our comedic surgery and needs to plead for mercy
Speak till the slug leaks the lungs, till ya spirit flies by where ur weakness was
Verbal assaults sling our peak of shoves till we stain ya jeans an lugz
Stand before ya maker, seek repentance or flee ur sentence
Then be found years from now underneath the streets of Venice
in the catacombs cuz my gat has clones
that can put out enough lead to turn ur matter into that of stones
I bet ur wondering why I even mention a gun
Cuz u kids look at me and see heat like the predator does
The absolute pinnacle, im the most hated, the most wasted
U kids take me out of context like seeing moses in a boat, racing
Parting the sea with the wake, pardon me ima take
2, ur like leaves, when u fall I have a black bag to put u in after I rake u
slithering like a harry potter wing or moving how a snake do
here’s analogy practice, balth’s hair an these verses…..ya, they fake doo
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