My verse is wack please serve me deacon
Ey! f*** a punchline I let off shots in ya girl like gun crime/
and get her hotter than when the sun shine/
Faget your new here pay your dues/
Your about to meet da feet(defeat) like gettin kicked with no shoes/ :lol:
You dont realise that Deac is the boss of bosses/
I'll convert your verse to binary code so you can count your losses/ 8O
This battle is beyond humeral/ Cut jugulars to those attending your f***ing funeral/
Qonn Couldn't step EYE TO EYE (I) spitting his verse in roman numerals/
Qonn you pesky little pimple/
your simple to dissa**emble, my gleamin demeanor
comes cleaner to rid these forums of ur bacteria, like neutrogena/ 8O
Look at tthis fool I outdid/ beat ya tired shit, strictly with no doubt, bitch...
you couldn't come with a free-STYLE if I paid for your outfit/
Ask yourself how many servings you wann battle for/
Lyrically qonn you couldn’t *
spar* if he was a corner store/
Like the crew my rhymes are 5th floor..now dont complain/
this battle's over I leave you off your feet like 'david blaine'.
8O :lol: :lol: :lol: