Next battle verse written 2/19/14
• Written by Remedy
Insanely dope rhymes when I take time to spit/
murderously scope out kids with no signs of stoppin',
emit dangerous lines with hidden meanings that blow minds,
casually vote for the other guy to boast his false hope/
in addition to his sense of opinionated shit talking.
On second thought, bitch, quit squawking/
refresh your page your in a section below me/
still talkin shit fuck you blow me!
Iv'e deafened many crowds and started a few riots,
an incessant presence presenting a new message.
Your one of the prepubescent peasants the Pope groped/
bad thing is you wanted to elope with the robed joke/
to cope with the depression in your head/
now your just a fag layin in an old man's bed.
I'm similar to that of the Illuminati/
a practitioner in advanced literati/
shoot one time but reign fire like a shotty/
no slugs comin out i'm hittin everybody.
Daily great with untamed hate spittin in haste,
lately my traits fate's been progessin' with distaste,
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Remedy
Member since February 19 2014