I don't know whether it's the pain that fits your frame. Or if it's because the shit's the same. Yeah, freaking lame. Much like your written name. Put your 25 cent coin in a different game, homie, you won't WIN A THING!
Your bars are incredibly simple, here's some medical info... You never hit, like an infinite attack punch, after you set it in limbo. Oh, I get it - you're Kimbo. I just jot and I write. You just duck for cover. So in reality? it's like, you're not in the fight. Thought that I bite? Well show me to the proof, younging. This is a truthful sonning. Tell this Edward Cullen faggot that the moon's coming. So you ain't using nothing. I'm a wolf in this bitch. Any attack you throw at me from here on out? will result in a diss. From the Highly Exalted eclipse. Have you hanging it up, or ringing it in - either way, this battle will have you 'Calling It Quits'. Monkey See. Monkey Do. And I'm riveting now. Considering how I'm about to go Ape shit on that primitive style.. of yours. Pull the pinnacle down. And force you into retirement. My skill? you require it. Out of rounds. How you firing? Yeah, I'm dropping some filler. Cause...