Eeny Meeny Miny Moe Open Verse Challange (The Whisper Rap)

(Verse 1):

Every shot, I'ma scorch your dome
Switching flows, go pick a rose
For your post mortem soul
You pose more dumb (so?)
A hundred percent of your penning
Is not as worth as a quarter of
A verse from mine with 1/4th
Of the purpose put in with the words I sew
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
My flows must be more than
So bipolar, each note I sink my ink molded
When I'm in the mood, I swing a holster
Might need'a tote it
With a forged grip to the left
I lean towards it
Shout-out to Crypt
I'm crowned in the blitz
I pound you to bits
Like a thousand of bricks
Watching Calhoun get hit
Spouting some shit
How is a motherfucker on the planet
Allowing that shit?
Coming out his mouth
I'm ripping the valves
In the pistols
Tryna get around
How many rounds you'll get?
Ain't bound to miss, they diss me
I diss 'em -- -- balance
I'm disemboweling shit
Spit like a chopper gun
And I don't mean the Chopper
'Cause they end up in the many pieces
Like a Gundam
And a gunner got to cut 'em and then gut 'em
And then gun' em in a gutter
Not an Onion Chop
But the beat (beet) I'ma slaughter
Rhyming hotter than a sauna or lava
Got the rage up on my mind, not Retsuko
You Haida, 'cause you hide a
Style, shout-out Nato
Lyrical 'tillery automatically means
When I write I'm an author
Lyrik