64 lines / bars

Whenever he finally aligned it..

the reason behind it,

he came to realize, shit..

competing with me

isn't built for his climate.

I was confused,

I admit, because of literally him

thinkin' between

the intent & rhyme-print

refinement was timin',

he should've seen it as blindness.

there being gaps in the science.

considerin' especially I told him

as a warnin', he'd would be mournin'.

just go home, refine it,

rewrite, whatever he's tryin',

before prayin' 2 the Lord 4 alignment. because by doing otherwise

can describe right now the guy dyin'.

how all of it as wells his fault.

him, badly mistaken. I mean,

him being dumb enuff

given a try, battlin', Nathan,

he's facin' the illest alive. wait,

man, that's after Eminem dies.

 

make no mistake,

when I say if I letcha survive..

the reason why is just so

U witness my rise to fame. yo wait

tho.. I'd rather in the same sand

the winds carries

when God decides where fates-land

trace plans so his fates stamped.

like he pressed a button

that made fans of his all mine,

I'm taken his supporters.

b4 way worse than fire 🔥 inside

of a flamethrower

aimed at where he shouldn't

had ain't stand, he burns. afterwards, I'm makin' him vanish from existence like a tape ain’t saved in a safe-cam.

til that time arrives..

with these trained-hands

I am gonna rip his spine-loose

where plates-clamp,

completely twist his body backwards like a snake-cramp while I obliterate his frame and during that if

someone attempts to save him

also how so is knuckle up.

I'll make them face-plant

rock 'em so hard, the drop

detonates their brainpan.

Lucifers sharpest disciples

the last shot deliverer, L.S.D

can demonstrate the same wrath

that devastates a wasteland.

I've made men hit the pavement,

since grade ten,

I'm like an earthquake,

which make senses

for the groundbreakin'.

I rearrange grills like a wage-scam.

while my blade ruptures guts

making my opps blood bubble up

this amazing worder can change

a whole block like a banks-rant