Kyd TERROR Freestyle Verse #10

And I step into the booth, ready to spit the truth
Like I've many a loose tooth, not too bad for a youth
So here's the damn proof, that you cannot sooth
The fucking beast who has been released, it's about to be a feast
Searching for MCs who're about to be deceased,
As my skill increases lyrically, I spit so prodigiously.
Typically, you're not even on the same level as me
You think you're better than me? Enough of the damn prattle,
Your battle with me was a recipe for disaster
I'm the young flow master with rhymes that spit faster,
so better pray to your pastor before you face disaster, you bastard
'Cause I got the flow, rhymes, and metaphors mastered.
With the sword in my hand, I kill you right where you stand.
And take your bitch for a one night stand
Or better yet, two actually,
My swag is dressed casually,
Check the rhyme strategy, cause this is pure savagery