Practise verse 2

This is a practise verse for me to half spit words

and half sick verbs on ya till your ass cheek hurts

as I hack and hit nerves, bet you bastards heard

that rapkylle can't rap now, he repped his TOWN so now

he got the audaCITY to think rap god's iffy

when he barely records any and his pad's got Z-E

-RO words, cause these bold ego bursts keepin' my pencil's

at a stand still that it'll likely erode first

Before I'm finished with this whole verse

But it goes worst, see, from painful birth, to gaining girth

to claiming turf and hating earth with fading mirth

to aiming for canes cause your leg it hurts

and knowing your last chevrolet's a hearse

we'll be living aimless, never knowing

this freedom we've been given will cage us

So don't dread like haitians, and just love life as you date her