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I don’t battle cats; I rip their intestines out and taste ‘em
Then I wrap ‘em up in papers, roll and then I blaze ‘em
See my shit’s amazing, writing sick raps for stunt acts
And battling me is like chopping trees with a blunt axe
There’s no way you’ll make me fall, so plz leave kid
Imma roll up my sleeves and get jiggy with rhythms
Prepare for sick spit simply just splitting your visions
Fuck a battle; I bash fuckers with linguistic blasphemy
I’d say it’s anarchy in this tourney if you’re asking me
But after a session of simplistic battery, blizz will win
Leaving Musa, badly beaten and fixed with chiseled skin
You’re a page five pinup, get ripped from the chin up
I’m playing dodge ball with a blind fatty, prepare to lose
I’m getting weary of bitches wanna test blizz for proof…
On what level their skill is at, knowing that I’m drilling cats
Filling gats with bullets having you pulling the trigger
Let’s do it like Russians, here; and you can start whigger
Figure you could beat me? Hardly…now start the roulette
Get swept away by the word cascades directed on point
I’ll sever your joints so you can freebase the dope lines
And blizz is harsh; I don’t rip a kid, I fucking smoke spines
Choke on a rhyme, spit phlegm n try to come correct bitch
I wreck shit, leaving you scared pitching for piss, snitch
Roll up them sleeves and raise the fists for a fair fight
You know I’m ill enough to have you grasping for air right
And Musa, check it you’s a pencil dick bitch, kid im honest
Know what? I peeped ya girls pussy wall n saw scribbles on it
Kid I’m honest, you’re wack and should know better
This is just a text battle but you know my flow matters
I flow better, text or audio; audit your skills you lame sucker
Dare to use my name in a text and it’ll be your last name dropper
Blizz is vicious, hittin bitches like musa with the illest bars
I could just stare at your to drill your heart, build your art
So get the nuts and bolts mr. carpenter; construct the grammar
Build a shield with lot’s of cammo to obstruct my fired ammo
The votes are mine, only stupid people vote on your wackness
My shit is the sickest, period! Now just Vote for me crackers!
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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