[big baby]

who wanna swag and flow with cashius' soul. Have a sit down with galactus ghost. Then spit clouds to recreate this battle clone with braggin rights'. you've met the boss, I handle nice. with SIX rounds get sent to haunt the afterlife. it's megatron, you're half as nice, you're cinderella, i'm castle mice. My connections? raw, even salmonella could catch a cold; infectious smog. Confess to god, you're wack alright? My mantles woven. Adamantite. You're super wack, velocity, try and spar with this uber rad monstrosity. perfect timing, you virgin hymen, it's like you knew that bags was logging in? And we got dudes like titular Amen, who have stupid gay shit in their avatar signatures saying "rest in piece(ez) like he had to explain his shit up in the laymens. You're lame man, youve been a joke, you take time to explain your avatar, but leave some shitty votes, like city folk for their senator. I'm a minotaur with a license to kill, try cracking my gauntlet, you're wackness. you should have a license to fish for sanitation cause all your casting is garbage, you faggot, get off it. and talkin bout casting, we could leave you in a portable cast for your carnival casket, then rape your face. leave you swimming with the fishes when I hit you with a hook, if you take the bait. and your swag and flows probably gay okay like "ILL KAMEHAMEHA WAVE YOUR FACE WITH LASER BLADES FROM RAZOR WAYANS AND DAMONS PACE LIKE MAJOR PAY" you'll get defaced & grated, then laid to waste, degraded stained with A1-steak you paper plate. Oh you're from RAPBATTLES? What a lovely story. You're fucking corny, how are you a reserve for a reserve for a reserve in the Summer tourney? You stupid cocky geek, that's like playing fourth string for Junior Varsity. I love the gory, scrumptious war scene. I'll thrust the rusty warped beam down your jug, in and out till the blood is pouring and I'm fucking horny. Then rip out your tongue, and dig it four feet, with excessive gloom. I don't feel remorse. Then go Yoda on your entry wound, so you could feel the force. Homie. The reason I don't enter S&F and try, cause I care less about your intensive sweltered rhymes. My state farms 15% of your organs, and sells it for profit, now that's a Progressive stride. Come and step aside the collective mind of bug baby, this fucks crazy. My puns bangin, your puns stopped working out in 1999, died a year later cause your puns lazy. WoohOo Hoo hooWooHoo call Vonage, the god monster, block stomper, COD squaddeer vs the cock gobbler, cock goblin, Mr Cock. Cocklin. You beating me? Bitch thats highly impossible, even if PIGS fly, when I pull out the crotch rocket and speed off in a high speed chase with a cop chopper. GET IT??!!? I'd go so fast, I'd be in the future with my mind cre-ates a live deep space. You live in the present. And by present.... I mean, hey, I got you a nice knee brace. Faggot