[veritas]

V acidic to sin and a cynic, bruh I swing hard and leave your knees Bowed like Riddick.
I bring regard, and I’m a critic, so I shit in your yard, then put the straps to your head like Riddick.
Just repeated Riddick in end rhymes, that’s almost as bad as a barcotic wordplay; I know, it’s a sin…ick.
repeat sin and repeat, because I come twice, like in your chick’s shit, ask my dick’s tip,
that’s a slick flip of a dim trick’s split slit, no heart when I shoot and make ya Gam-Gam’s stint rip
I been sick. Don’t sleep or slip, two left limp, from getting screwed tighter than your vehicle’s VIN strip.
ain’t seeing V like the last line of a vision test, leave your concepts more fulla shit than a pigeon nest
I display success, leave ya chest heavy like a weighted vest when I shoot out ya lungs with bated breath
My every punch is hard and unique, so you’ve no chance of winning, just left in the dirt like a garden gnome’s prison
Ninja, so you won't see this beef like Boof’s kitchen, blade leave you like Hogan’s haircut, with the whole of your dome missing