[Diablo]

You’re wack as fuck in small amounts
It’s bad enough you called me out to battle bruh cuz you’re a clown.
Keep acting tough by all accounts
I’ll land a punch towards your mouth so fast that once you’re falling down I’ll snatch your fucking organs out.
You challenged but you’re boring now.
Hang it up before the round has it judged with scores announced as it should. You’re always down.
You corny sounding rhyme-obsessive piece of shit,
it’s time you went and seen a shrink or tried your best to meet a chick offline that gets your weirdo schtick.
The Lime forgets you’re here existing.
Your writing never seems to hit.
its just lines of empty meaningless bull I find no sense of feeling in.
Retire already.
Deal with it.
It’s time you left ‘cause really kid
I’m the best we’ve seen at this since tried and tested leagues were in.
Act like you’ve never seen me win.
The title belt to me’s a whim.
I’m nice as hell, you’re weak as shit, this is like asking Michael Phelps if he can swim.
You’ve been a bitch, you’re always soft,
an easy win for all involved.
You’re boring dawg, I’m past pretending,
your stories often lack direction,
you force a lot in random sentences with awful plots that have no ending.
You’re wack at best, a weekly by,
it’s sad us vets don’t need to try,
when battles set we breath a sigh then laugh as second gears applied.
For years you’ve tried to emulate
your peer and write like Deadman says,
it’s really time he set you straight
so you realise the mess you made.
You demonstrate why you’ll never be a heavyweight with a legacy
You’re second rate with the pen to me,
steady failing in every league I’ve decimated and lead with ease.
I’m the most decorated there’s ever been,
your generations in debt to me
two decades straight as the head to beat
and I kept the same fucking energy.





Topical:

I always knew I was different.
I guess I just presumed I was gifted…
I had numerous interests I valued more than a friendship
and threw myself in them to the point it bordered obsessive.
I was always collecting.
For as long as I remember I’ve been a completist
I knew every dinosaur you could test me on, by species and genus.
It was appealing to me with its definitive sizing and strengths
people could see it enthused me but never realised the extent.
My mind was relentless in processing the facts I discovered and shared
and like a T-Rex causing ripples in water… it only grew stronger from there.
I studied them carefully, learning which were the biggest and the best,
and loved the unerring facts being unequivocally correct.
I knew what linked them to their predecessors, from the docile to aggressors,
and every living thing that was central to defining those era’s.
Every lifeforms connected by the same particles that pronounced their existence
— even the meteorite that descended and brought about their extinction
when it hit the ground and then killed them. We find the same matter in stars
intangible particles that bound us intrinsically and have since the start.
I mapped out their stark similarities while scratching the surface
it had me determined to investigate the patterns emerging.
I sat and observed them with countless hours spent acknowledging facts
and while that was the first thing to mark my interest — it would not be the last.
My hobbies were vast, I was top of the class in every conceivable subject
reading is something I see as the means to feed my compulsion.
It was clear as a young intellectual, albeit one lacking awareness,
I possessed a superiorly functioning brain to that of my parents.
I dabbled in varied fields, as a matter of fact,
but none I happened to care for like the universal language of math.
I became enamoured with that, allowing myself to become lost in it all
with its mathematical fractal patterns and numerological laws.
The more knowledge I sought, the deeper my infatuation became,
like how every problem you solve presents a new equation some say.
I played with its latent intri***ies while finding math hours of fun
making me raised by myself, a simple exponent of the power of one!