Yo Fuck your regiment I pen wit a hundred percent adrenaline 
And mikes words are always ''light , work'' like Thomas Edison (edison worked on the lightbulb)
I'm better N , your a feminine wannabe eminem 
Your verse is fake and voice is impersonating Americans  
So when its time u can findme In brizzy but I still got auckland city right behind me
Aint nobody gone miss ya, ill stomp ya villa quicker than Godzilla 
Assassinate'em like mob figures.. wit bomb triggers ! 
It's on nikka lyrically you'll get stitches n scars 
The shottys rotting his ''body , shot'in'' like bitches at bars ! (girls do body shots in bars)
Stripping ficades Im livin on mars 
I'm the god of spittin rippin every compitition ive written so far !
And all the while all these wack Spitters Tryna sell they lines like theyre crack dealers, 
Yall ain't no cap peelers your barely a threat'N don't come near me I'm clearly a weapon 
Evil as Satan aimin at angels that fear me in heaven !
The perfect seven but this fucker and his brother failed 
Sharing beds and making dedications to another male (lmfao)
It's the gayest shit I ever seen, Bet Yall got matching wedding rings ''bitches I'm in stitches'' like a sweaters seam !
MBARZ we the better team spitting shit yud never dream 
Your ''mid tier wit flaws'' like a mezzanine ! (mezzanine is a floor inbetween 2 tiers of floors)
Forget the scene cos your never gone make it, 
And here's a middle finger for the haters, Yall Rollin wit tha fakest
Mike is talkin hard tryna fade us, But if we're face to face I bet this fagget change his cadence 
I'm a better rapper, so send a chapter your a dead attacker If I let a cracker talk "N hear it'' like a benefactor ! (inherit / benefactor) 
The pen is atcha cos I write for war 
So you lost the plot, if your ''coming off the top'' like a diving board (fuck ya frees)
My styles raw fuck a clean version,
Your getting bagged n bodied if I stab an Aussie chest like Steve Irvin
coz I'm a Maori till I'm dead N gone, Nga Puhi bread n Born swingin patus till I see ya head is torn
The set your from is frail kid, Your an imposter your roster gossip bout nonsense like bitches gettin their nails did
And the funniest thing of all Is when you ''asked for a hand from your other partners'' like a dancer at a swingers ball ! (see the thumbnail picture)

VincentioDaGawd

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