Ant the Rant of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
I sit and watch you front reckless, like third-person perspectives.
S-A-double-V - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
I stunt like X-Games, and X you off my checklist... eat a formidable brain for breakfast. My curricular is extra, so check this... my flow is terrorist, hit you where it's least expected. The stratagem, like a nail-bomb... but way more reckless, exploding in every direction. I wear a wrecking ball, as pendant and necklace. Try to snatch my pride and get embarrassed and disrespected... aggression - fuel for my erection. Demolish the facade and resurrect it, lace up game and teach lessons. How do you stop it, if you can't defend it? I rig examples, like presidential elections. I'm a tattoo surrounded by millions of freckles... a grand master who's never been bested. Your antics lack direction, like a chicken runnin' headless. How can you reap success, if the expense has never been accepted? My crew's amused by you - you'd sell your soul to be respected...