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simplicate:
Aiight hopefully y'all know the rules......Don't matter the amount of bars, just match the end bars of the last persons rhyme.

Yo, before I begin I wanna say my music is as fake as the catholic religion//
I'm just sayin' I would prefer a bottle of gin anytime over writin with a pen//
Here's what I am: I'm the devils evil twin, and I'm a prime example of original sin//
What could be greater? I'm The originator and creator of the hate translator//
So tell your family later, I'll serve any MC for money like a waiter//
Damn I really hate her, Everything I spit comes off hot like it was from the equator//
To make things worse I'm a traitor to my own society, I'll be honest I'm low on variety//
I dare you shit talkers to step to me, to even take a shot at me, you think I'm playin? Go ahead diss me//
I guarantee you'll be blown to debris chopped in a million pieces and sent to Tennessee//
Just for looking at what real skill is, like MC hammer "Y'all can't touch this"//
I couldn't give a squirt of piss if my rhymes were monotonous//
You still couldn't handle this, I'd simply roll you in zigzags and smoke you like Cannabis//
Y'all smell like dead fish, Damn I've been freestylin jibberish//
I've switched my style so many times I couldn't tell you if this verse was even my rhyme//
Sublime is nowhere near my prime, I'm the biggest tragedy to happen since Columbine//
So if y'all wanna hear me again just press rewind cuz I ain't wastin no more of my time//

Peace

simplicate:
Code red, Instead of respondin lively I'm gonna resond like I was dead//
My inferred spits lead this thread, I'm WCC grown, I guess I'm a "purebread"/
Where to start, before I impart on attacking your heart I must say my work is a "work of art"//
Whippin MC'S asses like martial arts is my job along with shattering their image apart//
Who am I shittin my metaphors don't make sense, my only defense is essence//
Before I condense and commence I put every viewer in a psychological suspense...//

-Silence-:
Before I condense and commence I put every viewer in a psychological suspense...//

My word's are too tense, for you to put up a defence
You're a pussy speaking wit lip's, dripping wit sweat from your clit
I'll beat you to death wit this clip and leave what ever's left of you split
Fuck it, this is it, Welcome to the death of this bitch
I'll leave your breath wit a stitch when, I indent your chest wit a wrench
I'll beat you to Hell and back wit a stick like, I was destined to trip
I'll rip you into section's when I spit, by misdirectin your hit's
You're interested in sick well, I'm disconectin your head

Scribe:
The blade falls, I'm walking decapitated
Body from mind, mind from body feeling saturated
Should be dead but taken over by a necromancer
Added to his army of tortured characters
Feeling the power of the undead in my veins
Got the ability to extinguish my pain
With an act of rebellion, strike an axe thru my tormentors skull
The life force of my undead existance culled
I now reached mortalities end
Reached my death with an act of revenge

AlerG:
acts-of-revenge, has got you standin on the back-of-ya-timbs/
smackin-ya-mens, quit bitchen when i'm crackin-ya-limbs/
spitten canibalistic, eatin emcee's for a better-line/
keepin bars like north pole, so call it sweater-time/
eat this pure uncut gram-of-opium/
watch your throat-get-numb, an 8-ball with the coke-im-em/

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