feeble vernacular flows debilated by your idaho's tell me that despite your prose in meager tones you sound like screaming threw a window closed
*muted tones*
i can't hear you...
the people don't feel you i know you a white dude but you lookin kinda see thru wonder why you unsigned maybe it's your weakened spine or your weekend warrior mind the latter of success is to steep a climb, so i suggest you resign
purple people eaters i'll be that weak emcee eaters i'll be that poor pitched prose your rhyme flow blows i ain't even sign up for this battle but my deliberate flows have bloodied your nose
here's a tissue
see me in the next round i won't miss you
and don't get it twisted i haven't even begun to diss you my tounge a double edged sword it cuts like ginsu and you just happen to be my fare think about your rhymes carefully you better be aware because you've met your match here
do.not.respond. anthology inbox me when i can carry ooooon.
-- I never pretended to be anything I wasn't, the author of fine, honest -- if often vulgar -- prose...