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Your dialect lacks traction

My attack isn't going to need any captions

Split these fractions into factions acting without backing

Lacking a moral compass without direction

Slicing into an infection, my diction kills like a lethal injection

My enemies can't be found in the selection

Even their spirit are destroyed in the destruction

No time for seduction,

No need, your girl just comes to me, since you lack an erection

You can eat my seed out her coochie with your suction,

Because you suck in this dis against, ignorance isn't bliss

Still trying to find a fitting sentence but all your going to do is miss

No sense in your sentences as another line makes me wince.

You keep swinging as I hit another rhyme pass the fence

Inch by inch I push the bar as you sit on the bench

Time to take out the garbage and get rid of your lyrical stench.

Your ink blot of words is a tarnish that needs to be discarded

Wrapped in your own delusions as if it were truths you have guarded.

Rapping about another illusion, acting Stone Cold but retarded.

You can be disregarded, win or lose, I know I started a spark in your brain so you be jumpstarted.