You know what? Your right, I didn’t accapella back instead I tried freestyle back to ur invite. But it’s ok I hear all of the people talkin, meaning the fans out lining and chalking the rest of ur deceased body while I finish talking. Giving lessons and hints like I need to points to win, or was is it point where I hit, maybe make points that make sense, cuz a beat seems lame campared to speaking alone and saying things you think will hurt the most when in reality you sound like ur making lies like a kid that’s never mentally grown, sophistication is a gene misplaced in ur strain of DNA tested when u where born, Ur dad shoulda left you in a napkin after fappin to sum porn, useless hoe, wasting precious air from the ozone, missin a chromosome, lil bitch would die if I broke in while he was home alone, call ur bitch up and phone tha hoe, said she was busy on the pole makin money then had her bouncin funny lika pogo, el toro loco, top of the word I’ll take a photo Sit down and be humble this crown will be doubled your town I will pummel it’s now nothing but rubble I slay but I’m subtle joke and then chuckle I choke hoes wit the belt and the buckle have em knelt by my feet as they mumble their lungs crumble i trump em they stumble I stump them with puzzles and lyrics they don’t know, fans will one day raise my spirit when I can hear my name as they cheer it, but for now I have to regain myself, fidna sight scope and let the caliber be felt, I haven’t even looked at the cards delt but I’m all in cuz having nothing left to lose grants opportunities to win everything else, Sorry if I’m always talking about me I think I’m sick, Like I’m the sickest and slickest with the words but urs seem ill-ishly anemic, Translucent punchlines yea theyre there but you can’t see it, I mean they don’t mean shit, You found sum used lyrics and decided to popcorn read it, Bet ur Neanderthal ass can’t even read bitch, You won because I wrote back in my sleep, Just cuz you don’t have rhythm and can’t rhyme wit a beat, I’ll chime in with a live hit have ur fans jiving and then leave, If you win this round I’m deleting the app, Because if you really listen you’ll notice ur trash, You had like two verses and both of the whack, Boy don’t you know GFS bringing rap back? My bad you prolly can’t focuse cuz yo ass steady gettin slapped, I’m leadin the pack and kicking trash to the back, Tired of kids tryna diss before they’ve even had a drop in their sack, Voices poppin wit a crack, Imma chop em up fast, I bet you feel like winner cuz the first battle said u was, But you will always be a beginner needing a nice dinner bitch eat my dust, My lyrics are abstract never lack flavor they are robust, I’m better than you and that’s not my ego talking, I’m fed up with dudes acting like they tough when they walking, Imma rip you up you e stepped into the wrong ring, Thou shall bow down and call out to thy king, Fire spitting dragon I’ll blind thee, I’m in your head hiding, Don’t fret cuz when you get in bed and start seeing crimson red you’ll find me, Wishing you were dead with no one there reviving, Sorry but when I’m done writing the obituary with the blood you shed it’ll be me again bringing a lil punk back to life cuz a double murder of one victim is one id relive, Makin history and keeping notes you’ll know if you’ve gotten lucky and chosen cuz you’ll be the one spiritually shunned when I read it,