11th Dynasty vs Logic_4Dub, 13th Apostle, NYVillan, Olorun, Damien
these fuckaz on the verge of extinction.
yo,
yo,
Dynasty Returns
with one stroke,
ok folkz thats our opening act so, RF escort em off stage or backdoor lets sit back & grab popcorn snacks, relax & clap for
my punches arrive as Ms. Trinidad & Tobago; Both Lands Across Yur Chest like her sash.. ina beauty pageant show!
break apart these losers, Apostle I’ll prove first yu a nuisance who chews works; call it ya trademark maneuver
so lemme wash all rumours ( my cockspan, your mouth ) go together like latest gossip talks at the office water cooler! whoa.
yu a coward a hater nobody respected, praised, or felt.. ya verse mimics mine its sad plz make a name for yourself. &
stop impersonating or else. our reps? this bar separates yurs from mine - like our groceries at the checkout counter’s conveyor belt!
8 against 1? Nobody told me this was a battle of sexes. facing me? is ya economics exam: Answer shows no sign of interest
so many bullets shot into ya its wreckage, till ya bodys held up by metal like crowd surfing at a prosthetic limb convention.
Im calling everyone out to my wood its a termites town hall meeting. Supremace a horror-flick extra, walkin around bleeding
shouting & screaming, pouting & pleading. ‘Sup already wet on the ground like a Welcome Mat & Its Pouring This Evening!
^ check that nameflip, Logic next to get it too.. chincheck I been wreckin goons in text its you who gets dismembered in two
its simple yet true, Logs already showing signs of Help like a castaway’s signal for rescue! ( save me! )
think of me as ya new sheriff in town; kill ya in just 1 step [oops] I peeked & turned early at a western showdown
force yu both to go down . till - Mace is on top of Sup - no thanks I don’t want pepper on my hashbrowns!
teflon style in the ring; stick & move, swing left then stop. Shivas a prize fighter Im holyfields boss, I train with cement blocks
Uppercuts & jabs come see me box. watch my every move as I deliver hooks like I sent singing telegrams to a peeping tom..
i push forth fists & without notice order hits; hand to hand combat I cant lose its what mercy to double jointed fingerbones is
so take this suicide letter b4 yu kill yoself bitch; sign ya own note like field trip permission slip from a homeschooler kid!
arsenal of stabs, opened his mouth so I stuck a blade in the esophagus path, mistaken for sword swallowing carnival act
don’t worry RF, if ya want garbage cast heres - ANSWER to the rescue - like the practical portion of a lifeguard exam!
blades pick apart ya face & jaw ya slained from the start, cuz Olorun Im surgical with this I cut off ya heart, then
dismember ya extremities further causing harm. till.. Runs out on a limb - like a deadbeat dad that named his son: Arm. ( lol. )
Im HEROLIKE. kiss each one of ya girlies at the finish, callin ya bitch for head like museums callin Jackie o nassis
monitor ya ego & arrogance - Soon as it gasses up, ill bury it – as what airbubbles trapped in quicksand is!
HAHAHAHA muthafuckaz. by the grace of god,
check it ~ my shows create moshpits, where even ya parents get involved in it like science fair projects
words fire on page create arson, set off a series of reactions as baking soda & seltzer water unite inside ya parents apartment.
Act up & get burnt for it. my knuckles. demand to open up every body .. like a forensic cop with a search warrant
Rite say some of ya lines out loud just for assurance: “few chore rat tisk” - huh ? sounds like down syndrome talk, & yur pic confirms it. lmfao
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^ Rite looks like a milkdud with glasses so thick he can see the next 3 votes drop in place, better part of ya retarded face
looks mentally challenged, hey thats just honest & straight. Took a pic in a car lot … school finally gave him a handicap parking space. ( heh )
got wide range of weapons such as harpoon hooks, sling shots, & glocks .. turn ya scud missles to dud pistols still wanna talk?
shootouts in parking lots; move around the corner & return clips from the outside like a video rental drop box!
villain ya forceplays I mean wordplays worthless form has no gain. grab ya head, -squeeze thru the middle- my pet peeve for toothpaste usage
now yu knocked out in pain. even new yorks bitch gon be seeing stars like the fuckin statue of liberty.. on july fourth day!
Hate to keep insultin yur.. style.. but decorations are dead, let go its done - over. now ya flesh eyen vultures ..
show up to yur hood wit knifetype structures, ready to pick apart ya block & bring life to it like a fuckin ice sculpture!
Closing Remarks :
Bury em alive ina casket at the morgue, soon as the lid closes its gonna be over..
- keep a hand out before it shuts - like courtesy hotel guests soon as they hear: hold the elevator!
too late.
Officially whored.
Yours Truly,
shivas HeroLike
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