Ok psuedo.. there’s even more shit I noticed than this:

(this battle) his line: mascara rapper masqurading as a lyrical terror
(2nd battle) my line: scrimmage your recycled character that's macarated bitch with mascara
(2nd battle) his line: yo DVS! the fuck i told you bout these amateur foes,flimsy with flows fraudlent flacid rap bastards
(1st battle) my line: Either rook or vet labels amp me to consistently plunder flimsy foes ,Impose wackness to backflips/ put emcees in rows and mow


I saw your approach way before you wrote it/ You take vocab from me, and previous disses that ax and syl already said/ jumble them with mad typos and claim them keystyles/ your just a child, strip the skin from you red-boned limbs/ bend novice poets in timbs like gimp/ strip you down till you limp- biscuit/ fidget artificial into computer pixels/ dismantle you into kibbles, and bits/ and you clicked… on what? Cuz my link has been dead! / Now its time to mutilate your pretty painted picture imitation litterateur to shreds/ circumvent comatose pinhead paraphernalia protruding confetti to shindig piñata jelly-belly enchilada wonton wannabe mockeries/ demolish thee to the third power scour cowards howlin’ warewolf false statements, losin patience, should claim patents my ion meta-tactics cuz its getting’ gaffed in, my next battle/ he claims noone reads my shit cuz he stole my whole babble like cattle and noone peeped the sheep/ should shackle or could apply a fuggin “lyrical” muzzle and pile them in heaps but realize I’d rather spit ambidextrously rockin’ cocks, filled with juice, make em guzzle- til they heave/ and gobble, like turkeys in sporadic chiropractic spasms/Convert my vile verbalization into “surging” neon rings that contain carbon atoms, boomerang bars back at em’ apply scars like ninja stars, til’ actors rattle in shifts at the lips like parkinson’s diseased mobs/the doctrine is, my sincere stimulus scientifics are fueled by fraudulent prepubescent
dense noggins stalkin slobberin evangelists on synagogs, droolin on decatent documentaries til they leave spots, I audit them so they repent while vibrantly vigorously jerk off/peep the flow chart…its hypnotic how I line emcees single-filed till they sprout crops/ and bang their metal medleys repetitively til’ they create sparks/sneakin’ two snagglin’ samples with me … hip hop Noah’s ark…there’s a fine line between love and hate for this art, ‘specially when people can’t think of their own shit.. and throw their own darts/ I start wondering with suspense how inferential non-sense this cat will invent/ when I read his second line again I realized it didn’t make any sense/ your tactics aren’t on deck yet.. rather bench warming… could go on how you’re lame and corny…but its getting annoying/ save it for next verse…


I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me