RG Round 0

[Verse 1: Vita Et Mors] You hear that? Homie It's crunch time Yo I'm a boxer fighting a stick figure Cause all I do is punch lines These rhymes that I write can cause barbarian fights You're looking at batman in the stars Homie you're staring at a Dark Knight It's only right that I be grabbing this gold Taking your life then after you die I come back and start stabbing your soul Yo these voices scream in my head keep getting louder I'll dead you, rip out your organs, crush your bones and snort the powder I need more respect homie, my name should be truly known Your bitch sucked my dick at last Mardi Gras She gives Superdome These poems I show you are so evil and crude They'll leave you confused You'll need more than a rap genius my dude Yo Tunes You're not borrowing you biting So next time you find yourself chewing while writing Remember this piece of advice it goes like this Everything you eat comes out as shit