Freeverse #4 2/28

By Spitiful

Released on February 28, 2014

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[Verse 1]

We begin the lecture with the conjecture that I'll drop bombs on your prefecture

Preventative measures are all bear futility because my mind explodes with versatility

We could treat this like Versailles, but why, oh why do you believe you're just as lyrical as I?

I spit tonic, unseen since pre-Chronic, my words make your deposits vomit

Straight onto the lap of the kingpin of rap

Singing and crap? I'm beating on that

You whack fools make me laugh with the nonsense you convey

I'll puree your team, I hope you didn't bet the parlay

Pull out the parkay, you ain't gonna butter me up

I'm coming in clutch delivering thrust to race past you fucks

Ahead of my time, I'm gonna lap twice

And leave the crash scene with you looking like Matt Grice

What's the price of being nice?

I'm a psycho crusher, with Bis

Ceps, what did you expect? I turned left

The race metaphor continues, who's coming with you

I rip through when I diss you, but snot like tissue

Instead it's me doing Bruce Lee, flowing like water, drowning you Ali butterflies and bees

You fucking with me? In what realm of possibility?

It's copascetic how I invested myself into honing my mental capacity until all you fucks had for me was a lack of mastery

I grimace at the sight of me taking a loss

Unfortunate for you if our paths should cross

Cause what you call artistry bothers me

I might have to paint the walls in your blood

Modern day Picasso, sit your ass down papo, I've observed that you can not flow

And I'm the tap through to the sewage

The looseness of my movements has you offended mainly cause you can't do it

I'm absolutely the coolest, screw this

Belief that I stole your bitch, she found me quick, gripped my dick and said show me this

All I ever did was autograph her tits, I never said let's make something out of this

But you persist, you exist to annoy me

I'm tired of speaking coyly, fuck you!

And that goes to everybody

Who doesn't understand the passion and pain

Psychotic mind, I get high only on the manson strain

I'll move into that empty head, masturbate in that mansion brain

And after gain massive pain, in my calfs as I came

To top the ladder of success, doesn't matter who got next

Passively a threat, so actively I'm best

Serving revenge against doubters after cooling in liquid nitrogen

They took vicodin, on my ability

So they lacked the agility

To leap on the bandwagon before greatness happened as a result of rapping