Oh, is it finally my turn to burn and spurn your concocted lyrical verse/
And watch you back track on hacked tracks and throw it in reverse/
With no shame you claim “I am the best” I don’t mean to offend/
Your rhymes wouldn’t be the ‘illest’ if they had Herpes with HIV mixed in/
And with your ‘abstract acrobatics’, I’m gonna ‘flip you something real’/
Unless there’s a label called ‘Can’t Rap for Shit’ you’ll never get a record deal/
So after I alter your illusional delusion your mental I will enhance/
And you’ll be on my nuts like broke strippers during a dollar lap dance/
So you ‘lay fire lyrics’ for critics to critque but fail to make impressions/
Unless you endeavor to starve, maybe you should switch professions/
And I am a ‘flower’ that is empowered with a venomous verbal ‘pistil’/
That won’t hestitate to pollinate and distort your weak ass mental/
This pestilience that represents the plague that plagues your dome/
Has got you sitting, suckin on your thumb in the corner of your home/
So this verse dispersed i’m mentally spent, your dreams are now a wreck/
Put this ’suggested’ contestant back on the bus, I’m already yellin’ NEXT!!

Comin back with the attack but you don’t know how to act
You’re line’s are a waste of time, so you best go back to crack
Matter of fact, this is your first act, I’m bettin’ that you ghosted (writer)
Copy, pasted, posted, turned around and boasted
Makin’ allusions to delusions and how you’ll change my mental
Your mind can’t find the lines that keep slidin’ past my dental
You got your flower power “pistil” and don’t believe in peace?
Before your pollen is fallen I’ll insist you cease or be deceased
At the least it seems that readin’ dreams is a hobby you’ve acquired
But your addiction and subscription to reality has expired
You came to claim that all my tracks are hacked and broken
But I can’t hear your lyrics ‘cause they’re better typed than spoken
Keep hopin’ that CEO’s will watch your videos and put you on a deal
But your alias is scandalous and your lyrics ain’t for real
Lay me somethin’, play me somethin’, write me somethin’ down
Roll your soul into your gold but I’m still gon’ wear the crown

Vote.

Is no one else going to vote? C’mon guys.

MilkWeed
4 - Multis
3 - Punches
4 - Vocab
3 - Personals
4 - Structure
Total - 18

Josh.L
3 - Multis
3 - Punches
3 - Vocab
2 - Personals
4 - Structure
Total - 15

Good Battle To Both Of You, Milkweed Had A Better Flow And Vocab To Me….

Don’t mean to keep remindin……….but VOTE, VOTE, VOTE, VOTE, oh and by the way….VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!