Gankstuh SaVage's verse was abysmal. I don't even know where to start. Everything needed work. The rhymes were simple and misplaced. The content was boring and uncreative. "Lyrical" is almost always a bad sign in a verse.
So I wasn't expecting much from Kool.Breeze. But hey, this wasn't so bad at all. There was no overlap in content or style between the two verses, making this an awkward collaboration, particularly because Kool.Breeze is so much better.
The dark and drear clichés at the start weren't the best look, but I liked the verse the more violent it got. Even there, a little wit my have lightened the mood and been a nice change of pace. But this section was probably the strongest:
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I mean every word, curse the light and what it stands for/take your cynicism with a bit of fukken rancor/fuck your niece to death and rip your infant son's hand off/add it to my collection, put it in my jansport/never thought I wuz evil, why the fukk you think I'm damned for?!!?/holy water upon my sin is my soul in a sandstorm/
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Now either teach your friends how to write or find new writing friends.