[Ajax]

Sorry, Blue. I had to let Aero finish sucking my dick.


I thought you were dope…

Now, you’re shook and embarrassed…
Your reduction in class was worse than sauce day on Cooking with Paris.
I’m gonna pummel this punk hard…
You’re a shell of what you were. Answer should shoot you with one of his gunbars.
Like you got serious weapons…
I could roll up on you at an ATM unarmed and take a bigger withdrawal than delerium tremens.
Just one blow; colossal trauma.
They call my pen ultimate. You finish last. We’re separated by an Oxford comma.
Stop the drama. When I get hot, I’m scorching the sun.
I hit overdrive in the lab and win a Nobel prize. You’re stuck at Formula One.
When I hold court, it’s supreme. Your appeals have to be vetoed;
You take more liberties with your opinions than Samuel Alito.
You talk nonsense. It’s gaudy and ridiculous..
You’re a man of many words; unfortunately, all of them are gibberish.
Getting pimped this hard, this fake legend has to drop in fear…
This verse turned out Blue faster than Democratic volunteers.
Your bitch is a disaster as a mate…
That Serkis performer’s a revolting beast. She belongs in the Planet of the Apes.
With that ugly face and crippled bod..
She comes from a husky race. On the street, they call that bitch Iditarod.
In this ruckus: Bet this villain wins;
You’re a chump… I’m more cultured than the petri dish they discovered penicillin in.
When my mind is tracking. The best of the best get a nice shellacking..
.. and I don’t need an AirTag or GPS to find you lacking.
This is part seminar and part massacre…
My work is sweeping in nature. You couldn’t outsmart a park janitor.
Your art’s amateur. Just pitiful bars…
You can’t get a seat at the table. My verses get multiple Michelin stars.
I’m a legend, I have to be savage…
I bought a house in the Hamptons; you can’t own up to the fact that you’re average.
Stretched wordplay; Gunbars. Your whole act is corny..
The writings on the wall… and Banksy was nice enough to graf it for me.

Cheers.