and awoke the gawd came...
okay yo, if i'm that pussy, see at the end of this battle using your frown as my douche b
my rap's have heart, go ahead, call 'em feminine, your raps aint art, just homo erotic expressions like M&M
and this act your portraying was already addressed in round uno, i'm passed that like salad bar's around sumos
my bars don't bend, break, or even shatter, so while your trying to attack with spaghetti lines, you'll hear laughter
adept, face it, you met the first verbal form of genocide, i'm spitting sick darts that kill ya essence, you know, the shit inside
before outward effects start showing, i'm like the Leroy from last dragon, and you didn't "show nuff" to keep glowing
but peace keeps flowing like blood from a hemorrhages, i put adept in the same categories that spinach is
your leafy rhyme sentences be heavy on the multiples, but can we see something new besides multiples
cause ya shit's starting to make my raps seem audible in contrast, like i spank bitches, while you just palm ass
you wouldn't get that line if you was running in one ho race, i'm leaving this battle busted like your style and my "oOh face"
i've ended your reign like v for vendetta, yo, it's peace for pen better, bolder, harder than Alaskan sweaters
mouth eats, and you need a plate, so get in the rhyme buffet and digest the wordplay that ended the peace vs adept survey
fuckin idiot, my style is fresh, capital F-R-E-S-H period, grammatically i'm so heaven sent, i got mase fearing it
understand that it's over like brunch at night, now go ask the other dead emcees if mouth's the one to fight