[Ajax]

Man. 100 edits.... You got fuckin’ issues.

We’re all REALLY concerned about your mental fitness and health…
I feel bad, but nothing I say could be worse than the shit you just did to yourself.
You’ll never catch a real veteran obsessing…
Fuck how many times you view your own threads; that trash’ll NEVER be refreshing.
No one likes or respects you. Your writing’s a joke…
My first gear is Maximum Overdrive; You got your poetic license revoked.
Plus, we ALL know my pimp game is ultimate...
While your girl’s ‘extremely revolting.’ Her street nickname is Bolshevik.
Her handler must’ve deprived that beast of oxygen…
Your latest achievement in life was unlocking the cage they keep that goblin in.
I’m on Billboards, Scout. They cut your mic when you start to tell ya story…
Your alias is perfect. Your work’s ‘peaking in uncharted territory.’
I write like a ‘man possessed.’ Every verse is ascendant...
You wouldn’t ‘feel free to speak’ to me after passage of the Thirteenth Amendment.
Your bitch is huge. I’ll drop that hefty lady, seriously.
She’ll be buried in a more ‘massive plot’ than Oliver Stone’s JFK conspiracy.

Peace. Get help, brother. You need it.