[Lindel]

I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...


Everyone sees Marcus as Calm and Collected, The Average Joe Persona Perfected...
No real family Drama to Mess With, His Father and his Mom are Respected...
They were Pillars of the Community, as well as Leaders in the Church...
His Mom did the bake sales one sunday, Dad was a Pastor, a True Believer in his Work...
While Marcus did well in school n Excelled at Sports...Never reguarded as the Hellion Sort...
As a Teenager he Rebelled of Course, But nothing that landed him in Jail or Court..
In highschool he liked to Read and Write, Voted most likely to Succeed at Life...
At college; He was Perceived as Bright, The guy you would go to when you Need Advice...
By all accounts, He was Honestly Flawless, No Associations with the Dishonest or Lawless..
His Record was cleaner than a Monastry's Wall Is, He was Uncommonly Polished...
But behind this Nice Facade, there's a Darker Side that Marcus Hides...
That's cold blooded, Ice for Veins, with a Heart Inside thats Charred n Fried...
He lives Ensnared in Doubt; You see theres a monster with which he Shares his House..
But this monster never tries to Scare his Spouse, or even Dare Arouse..
The slightest suspicion that it Even Exists...So no one knows of this Heathen of His...
N' how it Sqeezes n' Twists at his willpower, Or sees the scars that it Leaves on his Wrists..
Even Marcus finds himself Tending to Steer away from his conscience, so he can Pretend that its Clear...
And yet Marcus still Winces in Fear, every time he catches a Glimpse of the Mirror...


I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...


Its two in the morning, Marcus stares at his reflection, waiting for the Fear to Show...
But it doesnt come...So he zips up his jacket, takes a last glance at the Mirror and Goes..
Out into the moonlights Eerie Glow...Its so quiet and still, it sets a Peaceful Vibe...
But that tranquility is Deceitful Lie...Because nights like this are when the Beast's Alive...
Its narrow eyes; it Keeps em Wide, searching for an opening it can Sneak Inside..
In the darkness the Beast Resides; Sticking to the shadows he Creeps n' Hides...
Suddenly the beast Stops and Moans.."Ah yes.."...a window someone Forgot to Close...
He'd bet they would have nailed it shut if they had only known what the Monster Knows...
It climbs in and almost knocks over a Box of Clothes; He listens, but the sound doesnt Wake em Up...
The beasts heart starts to Race and Thud..He licks his lips, he can almost Taste the Blood...
His teeth and knife clenched; Prepared for Violence as he creeps up the Stairs in Silence..
He passes a door covered in pink stickers...Poor kid, She'll never again feel her Parent's Vibrance..
Probally an Adoring Daughter; He stops at the last door..from inside the sound of a Snoring Father...
He busts in its a Gory Slaughter..Blood flows like a busted sink thats Pouring Waterr\\...
They'll never live to a Ripe Age... Atleast he judges by the blood on his Knifes Blade..
He stands and starts to clean his knife as he watches their eyes glaze as there Life Fades...
There death is Savagely Clear..The news tomorrow will talk about the Massacre Here...
Marcus heads for the daughters room, and he can help but smile as he Passes the Mirror...



I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...

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This could be the calamity of offers with no amnesty or coffers..
The black oiled paint drips with half faded blood stained vanity of a law firm..
So sits the Subject subjected to all this amongst a Majesty of Faulters..
And the savagery don't falter or fall apart to call it off as cavities halter..
The air breeds as a foundry of monotony clouding foul scenes of the menage; it reeks..
As decomposing hours streak a sour ease of power where this sole soulless council seats..
Brown beaten Mahogany greets with sounds of trickery from Hells founder in speech..
While Party A sits thumbing pages to contemplate an agree while dumbfounded of greed..
Impatient, the infectious host pushes to have this unholy of Nexuses eloped..
And trecherous hopes find growth as the neck relishes the most threatening groans..
The Subject nervous, shifts and notes a black rose undergoing Necrosing tones..
Like exorcist omens, deathly tomes. Wore in the face of this Lender like a necklace or cologne..
Now the Borrower wonders "why did this opportunity knock.? Is it possibly crock.?"
Maybe its drunk dreaming leaving the mind stumped, believing the possible foolery mocks..
Then reality chimes like novelty clocks as the pen becomes alive and nonchalanty jots..
"This is your sins being repaid." The pen then barbs the hand to be the Proprietarys prop..
The Demonic voice yells "You either going to sign or die in this Hell.!"..
And while the thoughts cliched, the Subject feels conveyed to say "This is quite expensive to sell"..
"Even you would find the legalities a strain on mentalities. And I must say its doing it well"..
A pause before an answer which strikes like a cancer. "Your here because the way the cards fell"..
"Hardly dealt a bad hand, but damn, certainly a horror to how this little sin dwelled"..
Minds racing now, spacing out. Staring at etchings in a Throne, picturing sketches of a home..
A place where this mellow Federalistic drone watched a seven year exiled Exodus grow..
Ignoring Heavenly ohms from deafening throws that pointed out every evidence known..
The Subject was too happy in forgetting the blows that bruised one's pettiless moans..
And so sits that pain in a pane of glass painfully painting the price of the past..
Sealing strife in the strikes that struck so stainfully now severly syphoning like sand..
But there's no flipping the hourglass, for once that last hours past- the signing is had..
It'll be iron clasps binding the hands and Subjects blood left smeared on the ivory pad..
But now shifts the sand and the reminding is mindfully mad that right now the time is at half..
"I think I need some water." A simple tatic stall. "Fine, but this is only getting harder"..
Its really nerve slaughtering taking all this in and finding the roots to what is bartered..
No fine print but exact note to risk "emotional or physical pain" will marry at this legal alter..
"I need to make a call." Said Subject suddenly in grin. "To ensure the validity of this offer"..
Stepped out the room where nostalgic, estrogen loomed. Abberation left to fester the womb..
Talked of Heaven and moves to leverage the doom and find a solid exiting ruse..
All while the pestilence swoomed and shrouded around the taunting text to construe..
It was an effort to woo the mind and heart of this, whom displayed a jestering muse..
Back to the chair. "Do we have a deal.?" The question came with burning confidence..
"I've certainly learned alot from it." Response said like a slap of working dominance..
And the dance done like a Prom of kids. When appeared a shadow of the Omninent..
The thunderous voices clashed. "This is my dwelling and I'm in control.!"
"Yes, but this Subject's of my children and I have a right to console.!"
"Well you have no legal options and I think you'll find the Sin in the life played a roll"
"You foul creature, I've sat on High watching this unfold, the contract nulled when you Stole this Soul.!"

At that Satan fell defeated. And I remembered as I ascended with the Lord, his promise..

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A mother's natural aura which motioned towards the oceans of FLORA and FAWNER
cured blue hued skin adorned her with fine emulsion poured PURER than WATER
she emotion's author, within scriptures written PICTURES containing EMPATHY
the late entity Decay she slayed with enmity, so Death IS-HER remaining ENEMY
with the energy of an infinity, her affinity was with the ABILITY to REASON
a beckon of hope with thoughts to provoke the TRANQUILITY through SEASONS
fertility and freedom reminiscent of Eden, a content DEITY roams OMNIPRESENT
all events seen by the higher being her peacock eyes DIVINELY glow IRIDESCENT
incandescent flames irradiate the sky's clear, petals PERMEATE the ATMOSPHERE
flocks fly near opals in her hair as ethereal smoke CIRCULATES her HEMISPHERE
only fear is the reaper's leer, so despairs if Grimm appears SNEERING at LIFE
she is where eagles dare to rear wings flared out for STEERING with FLIGHT
trails of kites soaring as butterflies fly alluring her ATTRACTIVELY fine FIGURE
the magic she wizards summons suns, thunder hums, storms ACTIVELY might TRIGGER
as lightning glitters and a mountain jitters at a flicker of her FINGER'S SNAP
bringer of spring, summer's summoner, autumn's dawn meets where WINTER WRAPS
perhaps its the array of rainbows that encapsulate making her POWER so GREAT
hours she takes to manipulate the flow of time, changing FLOWERS growth RATES
yet Death forever waits, ready to rape lady nature, steal AWAY her VIRGINITY
that'll be a Grimm day indeed, but she wont ever let him TAKE her DIVINITY
"It's him or me" she decreed, all she needed was the OPPORTUNITY to AMBUSH
pushed into a game of odds the warring gods had IMPUNITY rule HANDBOOKS
so she looked on page one and at once her face gazed DAZED and IN-AMAZEMENT
the tomb read: "both sides can be ravaged and RAISED for ENTERTAINMENT"
"but any atonement is measurement upon the torment you've CAUSED the OTHER"
she closed the cover, smothered her mouth and uttered "of COURSE... its TOUGHER"
out our mother's eyes rivers raced tears teeming with life's CURRENT FLOW
her nest of feathers blow in the wind, though not one of her SERVANTS CROW
as rows of her fine silk robe rolls behind her, goes LOOSELY in THE BREEZE
with much ease eternal rest's cold sneeze would PROFUSELY make HER FREEZE
she receives a seize from 'The Dark Deceased' which reads: "HAIL the BEAST!"
Today feast, for like us you'll rest in peace, pieced apart by TAILS and TEETH
in 1 week" she shrieks, as its thrown to the feet she UNSHEATHES A-WEAPON
laced in a venom she threatens "I will erase this cretin!" with SEETHED AGGRESSION
now all questioned her with "is this really our holy matron, the PATRON SAINT?"
her state turns hate, all of her vibrant color laid about as STREWN PAINT
now a feint shell of what her awakened self knew, no longer SHAKEN by RULES
all her love taken, nature is forsaken so she rides 4 KRAKENS like MULES
fueled by rage to duel a dark mage in his caged off FORTRESS across OCEANS
fought his court's immortal demon hordes in the dark FOREST of lost POTIONS
with no notions of stopping she was dropping every Orc and GOBLIN in SIGHT
ogre's rocking boulders couldn't hold her, the heart she holds THROBBING to FIGHT
hobbling light robbed creatures squabbling with gnarled FEATURES ADVANCES
she stances with her animal army clans clad in talons, FEATHERS AND LANCES
glancing the field, unwilling to yield she SIGNALS the ELITE AVIAN GUARD
out charged her squawking squads as war EAGLES formed A-FLEET AND-BOMBARD
bombs fall hard but this lands evil army stands to demand AERIAL VICTIMS
picking flesh and skin off any downed bird living, they WERE-REAL CHICKEN
but she wont give-in, as chaos begins to ensue, who stood the GATE KEEPER?
It was Mr.Grimm Reaper a heavily guarded creature, the Demon's GREAT LEADER
deeper in the pack than dared reached, yet she heard how BOLDLY he PREACHED
"Hail The Beast! at least you have reached, now I'll rest your BODY in PEACE"
suddenly she got dragged by a daggered Lich who stabbed her LOWER OBLIQUES
couldn't speak at first, just silent cursed then fell down ON-HER OWN-KNEES
at its belated defeat she rises to her feet and mutters "My SISTERS, BROTHERS
sons, daughters and others. This is likely my last orders, please LISTEN-TO MOTHER
'Atonement is measured upon the torment'" stammers out her last WORDS UTTER
"... caused by the other...". "Yes, a last breath!" death musters at her pale TURNED COLORS
"A rare soul for me to ensnare" but now all glared stares HOVER to-this STRANGER
they all turned to see death was only an amalgamate of MOTHER'S truest NATURE

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Dear Julius,

brick by brick, wall by wall, the empire is rebuilt, eyes narrow like a constricted maze
got our livin slaves switchin pace, cuz they're scared of thee and his vindictive claims
we are the modern day romans, an aristocrat society, belying thee which lies beneath
our lively streets, no facts or reasons, so I'm askin the pharoahs how to lead the dynasty
keep your friends close, the enemies distant, cure the sick at a remedies instant
keep the bazaars apart, the guards at arms, and if they die? keep the identities missin
confuse the townfolk, drown hope with a thousand boats, but watch out for rising rings
when you're the finest king, they'll stop at nothin to line your sinks and find your drinks
be built on warfare with a temperant, brush your queens head with horse hair omnipetence
court heirs and sentence them, till you see them fucked while the whores stare in lividness
watch out for tribes of rebellion, knives of assailants, for there is a price tag on your head
they will kill the dream with the guillotines and the high axe to your neck, hows that for effect?
you should fear the omnious violence, all the spears and obvious riots, weird but calmin in silence
let others do your deeds, remember to wash your hands of blood with the spirit of ponitus pilot
and let the noises drown while the ambience rises, start a militia filled with fathers and sinners
an imcompenent mixture of astonishing figues, but play along with the winners with prominent glimmer
let you speak of no danger, live in the sky palace with the wings of an angel, believe in the angles
the people are lethal and need you to dangle, and want to poison your senses like ink to the nasals
spread across vast parts of a nation, act heartless and racist, then reflect in cracked armor and braces
but if you lack karma and patience, then you will be one of the few kings to grasp dramas with basis
be aware of gold horses and less rich, but also think before you decide to force corpses to death's den
assort sources and let spin, be cautious of the plagues of rage and the storms coursin to test this
watch out for your time's Robin Hood, a rival for the lesser, keep your disciples with your septers
so lie first then accept terms, and don't dare deny Christianity if there is a bible in your dressers
and King....you know that you should believe in swords that'll peel your leagues of sorcerers yield
Kill wack troops, wield staffs through, build statues, make sure to do it with reinforcements of steel
be as soft as musicians, but see in your luck like karmas magicians, leave your name carved in a victim
start with a grimace, then behold the power of the youth and raise them up like the Spartan traditions
watch the fam who hope to damn your limbs, the same who just stand and choke your manly glimpse
Stamp your notes with candle lit, and last but not least, watch out for the man who wrote this manuscript


Signed,

Brutus

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11th Dynasty Tha Announcer: Here You Have It Folks; The Best Of Best Finals! In One Corner We Have Answer Who Has Been The Underdog Every Round But Has Come Out On Top Beating NYVillan, Jrite, and MaCe Back To Back. In The Other Corner We Have Damien Who Has Beaten Umm......Shit.....Who was that again?......I know there was atleast one win where like...his opponent was rusty....hmmm.....Aww Screw It....I Quit This Gay Ass Job....Im Sick Of All Yall Bitches....FUCK YOU HF!!!!!!!
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I'm Through Playin Games With Homos...This Kid's The Same as "RUNAWAY BRIDE" Cuz Either Way, The "DAME" only gets "FAME FROM NOSHOWS"...!!!
Between All Your Forced Metaphors And You, Spitting Ignorant Things...Voters Could "READ BETWEEN THE LINES" N All They'll See Is "PICTURES N LINKS"...!!!
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... Yall Really Thought I'd Be Rusty? Wigga Please
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He Gets What He Deserves? Yo I'm Doubtin It Wigga...Gets Titles From Noshows Knowin "DICKRIDERS ARE BIRDS"...-Word?-...they "GO SOUTH FOR THE WINNER"...!!!
This Is The TURNING POINT Do The MATH It's CRITICAL...If He Cant See That He's Wack - He's got his "HEAD SO FAR UP HIS ASS" he makes "SNIFFIN CRACK" a "RITUAL"...!!!
I'll Uppercut Ya Fuckin Gut, Until I'm Beatin Ya Normal...With So Much Food In Ya Stomache, I'll Make Em "SPIT UP, TWICE" Like "BELIEMICS IN ORAL"...!!!
I'm CRACKIN DOWN On The Motherfucka...Faggot, I'll Actually Slash You...And You Best Believe That The "WHIP WONT STOP" Like "CABS FOR A BLACK DUDE"...!!!
This Is Too Easy For Me, I'll Take Em Out In A Sec...You Beatin Me?..."QUIT DREAMIN, D"...I'll "PINCH EM" And REALLY Give Dame His "REALITY CHECK"...!!!
And Now I'm Back With A Rap To Snuff You...Cause If He Really Wants To Try Me - He'll get "PUT ON BLAST" in "10 SECONDS"...like a "NASA SHUTTLE"...!!!
But On The Real, You Don't Wanna Get Checked, Dog...Fightin Me? You'll "PUT YOUR LIFE IN THE RING" And He Ain't Even "SONIC THE HEDGEHOG"...!!!
As Far As You Winnin?...Pfft...Quit Lyin, You Punk...You'd Have To Be "PLAYIN 'YOSELF" like "GAMES" of "STREETFIGHTER" with "ONE"...!!!
Am I Gonna Clown On Your Girl? Nah That's Not My Business...But All Of "OMAN IN A BATTLE" is like "YOU AND YUM's THREAD" - "A COMPETITION OF BITCHES"...!!!
Iunno Why He Calls Himself "Damien" It Doesn't Seem To Fit His Purpose...The Way He "NEVER GETS OFF HIS KNEES" he's more like "CHRISTIAN CHURCHES"...!!!
Who Wants To See A Fight? For Starters, Damnit...Dame'll Be LAID OUT ON HIS BACK More Than A "LICENSED CAR MECHANIC"...!!!
Watch How The Chips Stack Against Him, He'll Begin To Boil Up...By Tomorrow He'll Be 'FACED UP" in a "SUIT" like "REVEALIN A ROYAL FLUSH"...!!!
To Be Honest I Dont Think I Ever Seen Anyone Jocked Harder...Cuz You Got More "BITCHES KISSIN YA CHEEKS" than "BOB BARKER"...!!!
What's Real Fucked Up Is With All That Cellulite - Damn Man...I'd Imagine "KISSIN HIS ASS" would be like "MAKIN OUT WITH THE GRAND CANYON"...!!!
I'll Have Dame Frightened, Teeth Chompin, Scared Of A Nuisance...Drink Away The Pain N You'll Be "DRUNK'N KNEES(niece) KNOCKIN" Like REDNECK FAMILY REUNIONS...!!!
I'll Have Dame So Embarassed About The Fact That He Faced Me...He'll Be Trynna "COVER HIS HEAD"...???....but he's too "FAT to play "FREE SAFETY"...!!!
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I Ain't Got Time To "School You" So After Class, Stay, Yo...Fuck that...If You're Smart You'd Just CUT DA-TENSION And Take Your Ass "STRAIGHT HOME"...!!!
But Seriously, No Metaphors - I Dont Need 15 Bars To Murk You...I'll Have His Ass "RUNNIN HOME BEFORE 11" Like He's Got A Fuckin "CURFEW"...!!!
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...I Ain't Done Yet, I Love To Kick A Motherfucka While He's Down...Let's Get Personal
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Who Runs Around Claimin No One On HF Has A Life?...That People Are Taking Shit To Heart, While Stayin Up Half The Night...Who Wrote A WHOLE Freeflow Cuz He Wasnt Getting His Props...Revealed Ghostwriting For People, Goin Claimin He's Hot...All For What? Mad, Cuz No One Liked You Before?...You'd Be Good For "GAMES" with "MILTON BRADLEY" - It's Safe To Say Your "LIFE'S on the "BOARD"...!!!
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And If You Try To Come Around Actin Like A Thug Talkin Trash N Shit...I'll "PULL YA CARD" Faster Than A MOTHERFUCKIN MAGIC TRICK"...!!!
Shit, Ain't Scared Of A Blood On The Net - Fuck Words...He Can Try To "COME TO MY CRIB" and "SERVE ME" - I'll "MAKE HIM MY FUCKIN BUTLER"...!!!
You Fat Bitch, You Makin Me Look Like A Medium...Cuz Every Time He "STANDS UP" - "WE LAUGH" you should be a fuckin 'COMEDIAN"...!!!
Who's The Best Of The Best? Not You, I Got You Losin With Flare...Imagine Our Surprise When The "LAST MAN STANDING" - Loses" like it's "MUSICAL CHAIRS"...!!!

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Originally Posted by Answer
And they'll be biting the ghost, what is this pacman?


I'll Admit You Wrote For Me When I Was Too Lazy To Rap, Man...-I'll Take A Page Out Your Book- I'ma "SWALLOW" this "GHOST, WHOLE" And Yall Can Bet I Ain't "PACMAN"...!!!
You're All Bark And No Bite, He'll Always Cease To Deliver...Damien's Built Himself A Reputation For "TALKING GAME" And Not Like "REED RICHARDS"...!!!
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But Seriously How Many Times Have You Recycled Before?...Readin Dame's Verse Is Like A "PARODY THREAD" - Because "Everything You Have To Say" - I've "SEEN IT BEFORE"...!!!
Open Ya Ears Son, Cuz You Know I'm Here To Lyrically Rape You...Cuz Dissin Mine? Trust That I'ma "SKULLFUCK 'EM" with "STD'S Until He'll Be Stuck "HEARIN WITH AIDS, TOO"...!!! (Think About It)
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Yours Truly,
-- Answer --
The REAL B.O.B. Champion
xoxo

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I Bid You Adieu.....

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Check It, You're Fuckin Hideous…Crowds Vomit When You Spit On Stage…Trailor Trash Can't Afford The War This Kid Gon Wage, Start Off By ‘Suggesting Anger Management’…Let Answer ‘‘Try It On For Size’’ Since We All Know His Downfalls Gonna Send Him In A ‘‘Fit Of Rage’’.
Literally ‘‘Tippin The Scale’’…D's Just ‘WeightIn Til He Dies’ - Compare This To ‘Muslim Chain Mail’, Ya Gonna Be ‘@ Allahs: FWDs’’ When I Blaze You With A Rhyme And After He Sees My Verse? It'll Be Like An ‘Oxymoron’ How ‘Answer's; Unable To Reply’.
I'm Rushin You Full Force So Do What Ya Parents Should've…“Get Some Protection”, My Script Is Written Perfection…His Human Functions Are Handicapped And You Know In This Battle ‘You're Goin Down’……Well Atleast He Still Has A “Sense Of Direction”. (Damn)
Tons Of Bodily Malfunctions, Theres Seems To Be No Cure For You…End Up ‘Gettin Pissed Off’ At The Outcome When I Use You As A Urinal, He's No Match…Pure Will Have To Just ‘‘Read It And Weep’’ Like ‘The Eulogy At A Funeral’.
Ya Schemes Wack But My Writings Having A Killer Plot…You'll Blame Dickriders For The Loss But It'll Be All Your Filler At Fault, After I Drop Answer Gonna Be ‘‘Dead And Buried By ALot’’ Like ‘The Bitch Turned Into A Pillar Of Salt’.
With No Remorse, Simply Leave This Whore Cracked…If My ‘Blade Isn't Appealing’? I'll Let It ‘Bore Your Thorax’…Don't Worry About ‘Measuring Up’ Cuz It's ‘Expected That Ya MIDI-Occur’ More Than ‘Settings For Recording Formats’.
Stopped Getting Ghostwriters As Much, Think You A Vet All Of A Sudden But Still You Just A Text Novice…I Have A Rep That I Wreck Hardest…Listen, Battlin Omen Means ‘The End For You’…So Pure ‘‘Drawin, His Own Conclusion’’ Like ‘Suicidal Sketch Artists’.
Estimating Him Getting A Vote Along Side Mines Is A Hard Ratio, Gotta Vendetta? Watch The God Shake His Flow Then Put A Stop To Def…Enough Is Enough And I've ‘‘Had It Up, To Hear’’ Like ‘Antennas For Car Radios’.
I Fling Punches, You Get Bruises…Isn't Aware He Ain't A Top Head But Since It's Obvious This Pricks Clueless? I'll Make Sure You Stay ‘‘At The Bottom, Of The BareIll’’ Like ‘Proctologists For Sick Nudists’.
Persuading Me To Key For Him? Man Who Else Is This Geek Robbin? Sounds Like Teethin Whenever Def Spittin, The Way That He Keep Slobbin And That Lisp Is Terrible…I Mean, ‘Imagining Everyone In Their Underwear’ Couldn't Even ‘Help Ya Speech Problem’.
Ans Has Always Been My Net Hoe…For Over A Year, I Made You Sit And Watch While My Strength Grows…Now Ya Wanna Battle? Kid Must Be ‘SeaKing To Be Destroyed’ Like ‘Poseidon On Death Row’.
About An Opportunity For Battling Dame? This Bitch Is Ecstatic, Deliver Hits Hard Enough To Put Ya Ribs Into Fragments And “Knock His Wind Out” So Fiercely It'll Have Ans ‘Praying, Inhaling Oxygen Will Save His Life’ Like ‘Religious Asthmatics’.
Corrode Your Skin With Acid Allowing Ya Flesh To Just Rot, Better Bring The Best That You Got Or I'll Beat Pure So Hard He'll Be Throwin Fits And Showin More ‘‘Bad Sports-Man, Ship’’ Than ‘Artest With A Yacht’.
He Always Nearing A Net Feud, I Made It Quite Clear I'm A Threat Dude…We Know He's Desperate To Beat Me But D'll Have ‘PurIna, Dog Eat Dog’ Without ‘Cannibalism Over Pet Food’.
Omen Let A Fist Pound Ya Chin Bitch…Won't ‘Require Barnum & Bailey’ To ‘Give A Clown The Business’, When I Finish Demoloshing Def? Medics Will Needa Get This ‘MotherFucka To A Stretcher’ Like ‘Oedipus Doing Calisthenics’.