
Originally Posted by
KennyNeverDies
I read these battles then share my thoughts as a soliloquy,
You all acting like Dragon Ball the way you loving the filler scenes.
Tryna Cell sh1t that's irrelevant to bide time against a deadly opponent,
Thinking you're Shenron or someone even fairly important.
I'll snap your Shin,run, leave you lying in the middle of the lane,
Clench my fist around your throat, show you the Gate Theory of Pain.
I've elected to dissect the brains of the infected,
See if I can work out why there's areas so severely neglected.
Lack of personality in your words like you're missing the frontal,
Every neuron firing just to come up with a shitty rebuttal.
I'll slowly pluck out each one of your fillings with menace,
I'll knock your teeth out, steal your crown like a dentist.
I don't recite hard bars I haven't fathered,
I raise the bars on my own, my little bastards.
Spitting sick on a mic to cause an epidemic,
Spreading infections to appease my inner schizophrenic.
Laugh hard when I see these MCs drop, soap in the cell,
Mentally locked down by my bars with no hope to prevail.
Ain't had much time to write on here, a lot of good **** going on.