Written Rap #4 Poem by Aziz Akrish

Get ready for the king is steady, I will eradicate you, remove you, as I recite this words of precision, you have to do a revision, because my verses are remission, wait, you have to ask for permission, wait let me hear this transmission, The kings is
shooting words of collision, stop having visions, in other words, delusions, made by illusions, time to break the spell, I will show you hell, now I will begin to decimate, stop talking about me getting laid, we all know that I am in crusade of the decade
Let me spit another verse for you, I am about to cut through, with sharp words, they are like swords, fine as wine, ok lets make an assembly line, you begin to decline, ok lets define, my design, I destroy you in an instant with words like dollar signs, I
now I drink my red wine, while you keep whining, now this is getting exciting, your just underwriting, now your being uninvited, get hit by lightning, ZAP, I reached the crit cap