Are we still doing these?
*picks up mic*
Color-coded rhyme scheme
I’ll drive-by this wannabe Pac before she steps to me
You’d only blow your own mind, like Hitler’s mortal enemy
You’re in debate retirement? I think it’s more like dead, deceased
I’ll burn you like it’s funeral candles and you’re the centerpiece
I see that it’s your fantasy to have your organ enter me
I can’t tell if you’re trying to settle a score or get with me
I got a different type of side piece, it’s for the lead I keep
And something else can penetrate with AK-47 speed
So let it be; I heard even chlamydia rejected you
You’re like a drain the ill can bow a sickly ugly head unto
You’ll retch up too when you hear the facts I’m gonna sell to you
Called yourself a ten, at least it’s honest cause it’s Thett’s IQ
Nothing in it for me to be candid, but I’ll tell the truth
Beating you’s a layup; not a challenge, just a bet with fools
If any man alive would get with you, he wasn’t well-to-do
Your body rots until you find another bum to sell it to
I think you’re just the type to take the hits and brace for more
So defenseless like the untalented chick I take you for
I’ll wreck has-beens like someone put a hit on Grateful’s corpse
You’ll get as torn apart as all the “ripped” you claim to sport
If I look anorexic, maybe skip the plate and fork
You’re gaining mass like Newton’s specimen on weight and force
Like first and second Thetts you better dip and take the door
Before I smack this MGK-clone into iteration four![]()