ehru

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they hand you the mic, its a public disservice
your whole career just a nervous breakdown rehearsed with
flow so weak, need a walker and nurse with
I leave your frame shook, like a .44 verdict
see you tryna rap? nah, thats a seizure with words, kid
sound like alphabet soup kicked down the stairs, splatter
grandmas loose dentures clackin' thats your patter
your bars aint complex, they just ADD with no adderall
a toddler smackin' pots, noise pollution, I batter walls
I dissect wack ms like a dirty backroom surgeon
no anesthetic, just this rusty scalpel for the purgin'
find your weak spot, yeah, that ego submerged in
suture your sound shut with the verse I be urgin'
you thought you was Pac? more like stretch armstrong burstin'
leakin' that corn syrup, artificial and hurtin'
your whole squads a blockbuster, late fees, irrelevant
while im streamin' live from the tetsuo event, permanent
this aint a battle, its a linguistic abduction
your girl noddin' off to your tracks? thats the reaction I function
I bring the requiem for a dream soundtrack destruction
leave your confidence pentium II. froze up, malfunction
your name in the credits? "special thanks: for nothin"
I build empires from the bricks you call hot shi
your best punchline a participation ribbon
I drown you in the shallow end like Iron Lung rhythm
so save that weak rebuttal, file it under "F" for fail
your existence is a geocities page lost in the trail
my pens the pg loc mission leave you pale and frail
while you scavenge for rhymes like a five finger discount sale
check the tag this verse? Supreme. authentic, no bail
the rest of yall? T-1000 puddles after the rail
terminated. game over. Insert your quarter
this the autopsy. cause of death? ordered

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Member since October 18 2023

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