A message to bitchass contenders (feedback requested)

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

This ain't my fault, the devil made me do it
you bit my style so you might as well chew it
spit it out or swallow it whole
Either way when you're thru I'ma swallow your soul
You should've known your place and followed your role
and maybe then i wouldn't have to put a hallow in your skull
my words alone carry the firepower to spark gauges
snuff out your lights and send you back to the dark ages
if that don't work i use my fists to put your face in stitches
i rewrite history so the story of your life becomes fictitious
break your face in half and remake it in my likeness
so when you try and see me you'll have an identity crisis
I'm unbeatable when i get that adrenaline rush
my skin becomes bulletproof it turns lead into dust
so when i'm in that state of mind, don't let up a fuss
or my five fingers of death'll turn your head into mush
utilizing broken verbs I spit some spoken word
and before you can retort I rip out your vocal chords
I assault with oral slugs leave your torso with open holes
your rib cage punctured by the screams of broken souls

[Cali Climate]

did't your user name used to be longer.

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

So what, no responses? Dope or whack?

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

Not one single comment or feedback. What the fuck is the point of this section?

[Chamillitary Click]

it's dope.

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

it's dope.

props