[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit C.
The process is piece by piece with repetition of ill matter
I’m on a mission to fill fatter spots than ducks splatter
Duck & gather your things & run far
‘Cause I’m flippin’ this spit in your eardrum
My repertoire is to come correct with this affection
Alarming like detection / ‘cause I’m startlin’ you
With effects from sessions / & then next,
My words will bust through your head like sex lust
‘Cause you’re bein’ fed with this verbal lead of complex thrusts
Shit’s ill / as I switch up the sick skill,
Flipped / unexpectedly like fate when karma trains slip
Off track & spill / destiny / a wreck successfully in check
Like you’ll be / when it’s your face that I fill
With toxic cum of Holy Shit
Spillin’ ridiculousness of ill words of sickness on your tits
I flip &…
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