You know it's funny for a wordsmith, you can't stay consistent just babbling on and on acting like you the sickest and hippest In actuality the light in your head is the dimmest So I'm going to go ahead and break my old limit. It's funny you can't spell my name right. looks like you got agraphia pussy bearded bitch, sit down and drink your sangria. I bet your not even bright enough to even understand what that means. look it up, and learn something instead of talking about amphetamines. I heard your diss, and Damn that shit sounds whack. like you mumbling words while gargling on a nut sack. I only caught a few words like cigarettes, credit card, card keys. bet, unlike you, I have all 3 of these things. don't forget a fat wallet from actually working a blue collared job. while your busy trying to compete, shut up and finish your blow job. I see you only battle people won 9 out of 18. That's 50% more than me but you challenged me, just like your other wins, my followers barely slips 30. at least my lines are a story, while yours sound like a seizure. I can outlive through glory, while you just a brain teaser. look at your likes dog, more views than positive comments. It's cause your scatterbrained freestyles are nothing more than concepts. I heard you talk about contexts, like everything else it's just nonsense. looks like you Havnt matured through process, thinking you bad by winning contests. I just Havnt had time to boost my progress. But now I got time to work on projects. Listen 70s puss beard, queer. Listen here. sit back in the armchair. I'm under you in numbers, but I'm only under you til my time is near. I can prove I can be the best. this is an arms race, and I'm close enough you call me your armrests. cause while you thinking that shit hurts my feelings, you tripping, I lost everything already I'm not emotional, cause my brains unsteady. But if we ever meet in person I'll turn yours to a veggie, your just petty. But me I'm fucking ready. I'm turning deadly get the confetti, and the machete he's getting sweaty, cause I'm actually making sense But as you said I got a one track mind, and I don't give a shit. saying my rhymes are whack on private chat, are words of this hypocrite. don't take offense snowflake, I'm just the icicle knocking you out cold. So my stories been told, are you sold, or do I need to come to you and put on the blindfold So you can see the darkness, and compare to me. that away when you write you can make a rap suspenseful. I'll give you the utensil. something that fits you a number 2 pencil. go ahead and write down my name too, cause I said your gonna fucking remember it!