A rhymeslinger ready for a metamorphosis. With a warm wrist, lip blists, and a bag of tricks. Wield a wicked lick but my tongue won't kiss. Instead I'm kicking every sleeping sap off the hitlist.
Equipped with a sword and an adept mindset. I settle for nothing less, let's raise the starting bet. Rep a crew of sleuth kids who detest you rejects. Rest with a rosary and pray for my mercy properly.
Mr.Strider so sinister. Dealing ill wills with a swift mortal finisher. You villagers are nothing to me, Drinking high blood and eating caviar by the sea. Who's the fucking king of thee?
Fast chattering teeth, racing heart when I breath. Rapping Texan with a blessing reciting provoking reads. Potent poet providing the text presented underneath. Now in this god tier is what you truly should believe.
Bro taught me I could be anything. Fighting cowardly fiends, forcing rappers to their knees These knuckles crushing up hashed clown pipe dreams. Mean similes like Karkat howling after a burst spleen.
Done deeds lead to dusted lads all over Derse. Versatile verse spitting like a brainwashed church. Running around the block egging egos into smithereens. Smeared sanguine on their hands so you know their dirty deeds.
Damn Despise the pressure pressing down on me. I find ecstasy inside these gut busting melodies. Spit a breath a of fire that melts the horns off enemies. Basic tiers below my pedigree, I'll leave a legacy
TurntechGodhead savior of hip hop. Grit teeth and blood drip rhymes like a curb stomp. True master to the craft, daft kids step back. This magic castle crashing crusader makes addicts relapse.