hey apoc theres no reason to battle me, for punchlines your reachin
like breathin underwater, we cant hear you when youre speakin
you get verbally beatin, somethin tragic -image depletion- , deletion of identity before this rhymes completion
An apocalypse cant stop my nack for droppin proper hits-
I punish heretic prophets obnoxious when walkin the talk of diss.
You fuckin maingy odd bitch- I got you pit jaw locked up in colossal fists,
I squeeze my grip and pop goes Apoc’s top then jot with blood on this- now see how fun it gets!
THESE SIMPLETON ASS RHYMERS ONLY WRITE PUNCHLINES LIKE METAPHORS IN LISTS,
NOW ALL OF THE SHIT SOUNDS THE SAME IN HIP-HOP ELEMENTS,
Im tired of “like this and like that” raps coming from you fake philanthropists,
The recipe NEEDS CHANGING and Im here to WHIPE A BABY’S ASS with your script--so give me it.
Come on now Apoc I know you see, just how I write my shit,
Then you went and wrote the same way, with your battle gainst Tearz like I was writin it,
Anything closer to my style and damn dog, people would say you bitin it,
But your “PUNCH-lines” are for bitches in PROM DRESS, when I be “SPIKING” it.
Your styles as garbage as your civic, givin the face of the game a divot, and “BROKETOWN’s” your dads fault, why you wanna stay and relive it?
i give this, the flavor it needs up in the skillet, i take your verse and kill-it, grill-it, devour and still dont feel-it
your nothing ass style couldn’t be dug if all us drill-it, the mods mad you still spit, they click your file and bill-it
i wanted to battle whatz but he aint reply so seal it, my next call was for real wit, this is nothin that you can deal with
im almost done with this, and my guns and clips still full of ammunition,
cause only one shot to this Apoc twat’s knot, and dude’s head smoking, like hes cancer stickin,
body twitchin hospital stitchin for slippin up in my territory, where there’s paranormal scary stories, blood guts and bitches whoring, dead mcees scatter the flooring,
when I bomb first I do it drunk so the BUZZ is harder than BEEs when swarming,
walk the halls where dudes that’s boring end up dead before the morning,
I told you not to come in here so tell your moms to stop her mourning, hit her up when your souls exploring to take the blame for ignoring warning.
a rare find like a diamond in the mine of the mind