@B I Gz gh0st,
Sayin' go fly a kite? that's some mary poppins ****
MC God get ya virgin mary off my cherry poppin dick
Your rhymes are made of silk, good that makes them rippable
We comin straight off the dome, you stayin mad typical
When i piece, ain't many critical on it
When you throw up it could be literal vomit
Lyrical arson? the only fires you startin' are from the friction
of you kissin on girls more manly than sam l in pulp fiction
MC God you got laughter? well fool i get the last laugh
As i lyrically blast past you fuckers even when bringing the half assed
****. Stickin with internet bitchin but if in real life you meet us
we'd leave you comin out shriveled and crippled, like an aborted fetus
My styles erratic like panic patterns on spastics
Yo **** is old news, my **** ends up as classics
I didn't even need to reply considerin the quality of my last ****
but your posts made this thread straight up anticlimactic
So the moral of the story is to lay off the crack, kids
Undegradable like plastics, the fact is,
I thought I already saw "The Wackness"