1 round, you tell me how many votes, it' dont matter to me
Maui is that ill grass to grow, must be why you getting smoked like hydro
Life would be harder serving time on deathrow, you getting killed quick from the undertow flow
No recesitation from the CPR, you couldn't hold weight if you were Pablo Escobar
I'll leave your eyes blinking like a VCR, you couldn't hit the right note if you were Jimmy's guitar
Dr. Kevorkian, battlin' me is the assisted suicide of rap,
I let the trap snap back to watch the neckbone collapse from the fatal grasp of my mental synapse
I reach out like dendrites to expose fake types gassed out on self-hype
You could be Wesley Snipes your Blades still wouldn't swing right
Go head, stay in denial like whitey's after the OJ trial
You can't take me, I smile at any attempts, I stay above your game like the Goodyear blimp
I got Butch's blade to slay you gimps, the style is deadly this is just a glimpse
.........from your judging, I imagine your skills are at least decent. I didn't want you to have to wait too long to showcase 'em. peace
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