I've owned this b***h wit some of my worst lines
can't see why you're a veteran textee
stopped ya heart wit my first rhyme,
so I already got Daddy
dead-beat!
slice ya appendix; cuz since C4 every verse you write is a gimmick
calls me protege; but he's the only master you'll see
bite his apprentice!cuz if you count how many dicks he rode, how thongs he done been in,
you'll see why he better off doin songs for the women!
now watch disaster leak, cuz I'm
Kwick to
Kas defeat!
I bet his raps just cease after another match wit me
as for his blows?
I'm
denyin this p***y's like a Catholic Priest!
no hope for this frail lame,
call it
impaired judgement when I slam the
gavel on ya
ailed brainso I'm chiseling ya flesh and letting the girth chafe
cuz we see more
fault in ya lines than settings for earthquakes!
scared of complex lyrics; it's like every battle this b***h is in peril
I'll put the scope to ya Kwick! and I aint talkin physician's apparel!
ya rap s**t is dull, I'll smash in ya skull,
and have ya brains comin through ya nose like they did to the Pharoah!
find just 1 vet who think this b*****d's tight
cuz in battle, Kwick's <******** himself over more than hermaphrodites!
another Kwick catastrophe, sad to see 50+ battles aint improvin ya vision
I slice at ya frame and expose more of ya skin than swimsuit editions!
when it comes to bein skilled, I'll sprout wings 'fore this dude is mentioned
cuz its quicker than
REM cases the way ya s**t losin attention!
just a f*****t who licks nuts...
we all know when rappin, ya s**t sucks
so I'll destroy ya Kwick,
and put ya back to floor more than what happens in sit-ups!!
I'll leave ya shattered, broken, battered, and bruised
when I crack Kwick open and spatter his fluids
got a fetish for handlin Jews!
only victory you see from this cat is when battlin n00bs!
causin havoc with moves when I let my tactics engage
bit me and yourself against Raskit!
no wonder people say ya rap's a disgrace
let me cut back to the chase, I'm sick of this biter's rhymes!
so I'll
bury this minor's lines like collapsin of caves!
b*****d! pwn me? you can't harm me, fake!
you wouldn't have
hostile in-tent if you was a terrorist in a army base!
shook from this exceptional mc, just what I'd expect from this loser
cuz my diss-connects to ya more than defective computers!
went from RD to bein another fake vet
nowadays, you'll find Kwick on more dicks than latex
so go back to p***s rap and battle in stealth
cuz literally, ya verses nothin (vs. nothin) like you rap to ya self
punches leavin Daddy chest torn instantly
I'ma show this b***h
aint sick without tests for
histamines!
time to put ya fate in lyric-induced comas,
so as for the outcome, lets just say the rest is history!
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