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Whateva:
let me finally destroy this factory style insanity this detached brat playing out his latchkey fantasies. you fat manitee, You spit on a Retarded level that alias fits, "Finess" likes his men Hard As Metal!! the dust ain't settle, yet, playa, I'm Shittin where ya Corpse is ya short lived career is in a state of rigor mortis supporters, none, this is war, I send sons to rape ya daughters double penetrate ya misses wit Flint and Seargent Slaughter  destro, After EL_FANTASMO, give it a rest yo did you seriously think that you delivered ya best flow? hecks-no, hells-not, shells-hot, I'm-not testin ya how "da best" get flexed by DUB the Mexican wrestler???!!! yessir, I'm never-the-lesser, you softer than Baroness yes, I'll fondle her breast, til you grow hair on ya chest Destined, for greatness I shake villianous ahks in rhyme blenders Erase ya Snakes eyes, Serpentor, and Dr. Mindbender Sinner on the audio, devilish soul, You foldin Told him, he chose, now he hosed up wit showers that's gold-en Roll-in, side spltt-in, the gat-reach is in-dis-putable Only thing you "shootin up" is backstreet pharma-ceu-ticals Ludicrous, losin it, I-rhyme, he chewing on his cu-ticles On, Mortuary, dot-com, he previewing his fu-neral Stro, you WILL NOT be KING of The RING, you UN-suit-able!! The ugly side of Whateva showed his face...ain't it beautiful....
Whateva the pace setter.
Destro Finesstro:
"...Broadway’s the only place you ever throw a set up" © Phonte
Don’t take this personal, but you ain’t that versatile To be throwin setup rhymes, man your style ain’t reversible You can’t flip the switch on, and think that you instantly dope Cuz three quarters of this board thought that’s what you actually wrote! And that’s bad kid. What you write on purpose, I kill when I adlib All you spit is trash, call you Doug E. Ran-cid But that’s’ always been your trademark, you so inconsistent In fact I doubt a hot verse by you ever existed! For the lukewarm netcees, Whateva’s their delegate You joined in 2003, and just now HALFWAY relevant Your whole style like an interim coach, your words don’t manage Whateva Juwan Hoawrd, WHOLE CAREER BELOW AVERAGE! You not the sixth man. You not even ridin the pine They keep you in the locker room to practice on your rhymes! You not the weak link cuz you not even on the chain Whateva words serve as good a use as air bubbles in veins! I demolish like gentrification through ten-e-ments And that’s why I spotted you, in your stint as Flint Surprise! Transparent text you tightly caress So I moderate Whateva with no I.P. address Couldn’t be more obvious if you lit a back road with high beams How you frontin like you nice and you can’t change your rhyme scheme?! You sly fiend! So desperate for Destro Finn’s approval Tryin to find your spot in rhymin, but your rhymes are SPOT REMOVAL!
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