@shutdownpow,
Sorry for the late reply dude.
Extremely low on inspiration n ideas these days so just experimenting with a different structure... Pls excuse if this verse isn't upto my usual ones...
Rappers fake as ****/
sacks with wasted nuts/
wrap a plaster round your mouth n tape it SHUT/
I got to the top bracing tough/
U got to the game's scrotum, chasing sluts/
positioned at the bottom, raping butts/
*EMINEM TUNE* ("Imagine 19 million motherfuckers grew up to be just like Pow")
Then, dude your nation's fucked/
Recession and ration cuts, cumshots with facial bursts/
I'm battling a faggot who spends his days in cuffs/
You dont got to use homo jokes bro you're gay enough/
Buried under my lyrics, talking **** with your face in dust/
You're dangerous, to faggots dressed like the Rangers/
Orgies with strangers, homosexual urges you crave for/
My verses ill enough to shatter your tombstone n leave your grave torn/
Whip strip the identity out your entity, I got this slave owned/
His babe boned/
Lyrically crushin the green out his payroll/
I stay cold n sprain souls/
stains show as blood unfolds/
Metaphorically,I got more balls than a **** holds/
So you 'pussies' can't handle me, that's done told/
I've been there n done that son, your stunt's old/
More wicked than those usual dicks you punks blow/
Time to dunk flows, you was never dope/
Verses like the drug or "whatever ****" River smoked/
Untraceable in your system, the killer coke/
My lyrics eating your organs from the inside, your liver's choked/
Jacked the Ripper and slit his throat/
You the type of emo to spit wits on suicide notes/
Pink converse rappers with blue dyed coats/
adamantium spokes through ya eye lens/
Violently rip your tongue out rest your verse in silence/
Pilgrim quill, which pill you flippin ? I could slit your **** with my pens/
Nine sentences and ten Nines enough to landmine your blank lines/
A cracked mind bad enough to make you rap crying/...