murked out

I'll leave you shattered, with every word hitting hard, pound for pound. round after round You claim you're tough, but I see through your weak weekass So brace yourself, as I expose the real you watcha mouth spit all that bullshit im go getter hit ya with tech leaving you wetter than a dirty dish rag i got that bag trying make put here serving all the feans one after one calling mee texting me watching me im fed up bout to blow this bitch up i cant take it nomore bout go ham on a bitch You talk a big game, but can't back it up, Just a puppet on strings, with no substance, no guts. Your rhymes are basic, your flow is predictable, I'll dismantle you make a an example out of you cancel your Christmas swiftly, nobody even miss you You think you're a player, but you're just a player hater, Trying to make a name off of others' labor. But I see through your jealousy, your envy and your greed, I'm here to bring you down, with every line that I proceed. gonna make ya bleed I spit fire, in tha booth ima rip you apart tearing out your heart Leaving you gasping, begging for mercy, on the floor. You're nothing but a pawn in this lyrical game, While I'm the king, making a name and earning fame. So don't step to me, thinking you're a rap god, You're just a wannabe, a fraud, playing the rap game I'll crush your dreams, expose you for what you are, In this rap battle, I'll leave you scarred and marred. exceed