Fuck a first, your verse came off rehearsed, wait…let’s reverse your freestyles been wack
Far into dispersed, like a fetus in ya mama’s stretched out uterus, yea that sounds a bit too disturbed.
You ain’t modest, not even hottest, you’s the softest
Still smoking on Cali’s chronic so I’mma spit like I just ripped off your dome.
Take your lyrical soul out with the style of Al Capone,
I’ kill your verbs with my lips that bust like my gat 9mm pistol chrome.
Slugs like you are gonna get them brains split, I’ll send your ass to your grave stone!
Love yal, screaming with a bitch tone, this sucka been a closet kat since he heard his brother’s masturbate moan.
Love yal, your bars is far worst than my life’s cursed, shit screams slurs softer than a pussy cats purrs..
You’s a virgin to the battle and I just raped you with my pen leaving you lyrically hurt,
See you's a smirk, you need more than work, I knew you was a geek with a quirk, that’s soon about to get murked.
You stay revert on some ice cold dirt, I’m sucka repellent,
You can’t fuck with me; I’ll bust ya liver with 4, 5, or 6 shots with my glock,
Leave you with a flat line that your life flashed before the clock ticked tock,
A fallen victim to tupacfan’s south side phoenix block, now its closed caskets that’s been locked,
Let your soul rot and I’ll still be kicking you rocks, you just been stomped with my lyrical ammunition from a poetical position, fuck your freestyle addiction, pacfan’s on a mission, leaving kats feeling empty like the U.S. recession, precluding you before you need Dr. Phil’s intervention…
Let the voting began......