A rhyme writer

a rhyme writer lines tighter than shots from a sniper when hyper I attack like a viper war ready steady shots score steady chase fetti lots invest in stocks not get finessed by thots Game tight youll get slain in the rain if you asking for pain I'm numb you stunned big paw you getting sonned lame Take a look you should have dukced the hook Illiterate can't read a book Eyes closed more than a little bit die with hoes fukc shit foes wearing pretty clothes soft shit getting exposed You dosed we got flicks of you with dikc in your nose Ten toes down my pen shows rounds of work Opps buried under pounds of dirt these clowns want work Come get it the sum of the living if based of wisdom Youve been misplaced switch blade swiss faced a bitch disgraced by a snitch with a witch face waste makes haste seasoning yeah that's what you taste