This is ya first round investment in verbal vertigo I’m here to cure the obsession with lyrics in limbo My assessment of whoeva’s flo Nonsense/Tomfoolery Even the passiveness of his pseudo Says: what you gonna do to me? Nothing Yousa first round bluff Excuse of a bye/ lif knew cats would get mad So he sent me this guy Secret sacrifice /son soft as a bow wow song Nominated for my noose / Stunt double for signature moves I’m tearing finger sinews So any semblance of simian Silurian writtens gets dismissed by round two Clown you As Just progress to impede So I left my verbal shit stains Like yep!!! on ya white tee Wha? Mashing with the metaphor monster fuck ya sponsors someone send whoeva a sharpie for the mark in his lost column his verse is postpartum LIf gave him the death sentence in the Wednesday Night Fights /I’m just here to shock him May be LIf. will play governor and give his verse a pardon or sing whateva whateva Whateva whateva Whateva whateva Whateva whateva Whateva what~e~va Whateva and send Jill Scott his body
Whateva:
They should arrest Lif for assisting in this murder I magically turn fake Jamaicans into lurkers you berserk for disturbing me in the first round you jerkin my chain, doc tell the nurse to get the hearse now I'm hurtin clowns, "don_gorgon", denying he froze my rounds dispurse crowds like riot control leviathan pose, I devour the so called nicest so swallowing a "don" would be a change in my diet You ain't fittin in my genes any way that you splice it da right Hook, I'm snatchin' the 'ship like a pirate ride it, high seas, drown ya sisters and brothers snatch the flag off ya avi and send it to ya mother. da gutter, where I'm from, where ya corspe turned up Ya teeth pulled for ID cause ya corpse burned up from Northeast, to the dirty South, I stay immersed in it The next time ya mouth opens, stuff ya verses in it you the worst in this competition, I'm being honest If I ended at bar 6 it still wouldn't be a contest I'm the best, wrestlin, but not a winner yet here digesting, I got these cats on the internet scared In the heart of these vets is fear, that should tell you somethin I'm not spittin these verbally loaded shells for nothin best believe I ain't going to hell for bluffin