Freestyle Gods 6

[Verse 1: LT9]
Trigger finger itchin with my left hand on the grip
Put that Pb in your brain, slump on the wall and sit
Give these kids who can't spit a bit of pandemonium
Cuz they only talk gibberish, more toxic than polonium
See me in siege, I'll go as Fuze, running in site and spraying with the AK
Stolen your ace, ain't that a shame, I call that getting caught in 4k
Cluster charge go boom as the hostage meets his doom
Got banned for friendly fire, but no worries, I'll be back soon
Disappeared for a few months like [REDACTED]
Now I'm back committing murder with a hatchet
Transporting the bodies in a container to the lake
Do not recognize them, or you'll too drown in the waves

[Verse 2: Muskrat]
Came back for the sixth one
Is there something that you wanna say?
Wanna be a victim?
If not, stay out of my fuckin' way
All of us are targets but we know you're gonna miss this
My raps are so acidic I score nothing on the Litmus
This is my verse, this is my turn
Come against me and I'll show you who will die first
I've learned from my past mistakes and I'm not afraid
To hop upon a track and slice it up with a razor blade
I'm as skilled as it gets, but I'm filled with regrets
Guaranteed I've got you beaten with the skill I collect
And every other rapper on the track has earned my respect
They my homies, mess with them, you'll get wrecked
You better believe that I'm bringing the best
Now that I'm back I'm never gonna rest
All of you haters are tripping on stairs
And you should know that I'm one step ahead
Killed it again
Muskrat came back and he showed em all what's up
For all these people tryna make it I wish you the best of luck

[Verse 3: Offiz]
Free of style with the freestyle gods
Triple 6, ill have blood stains, call that fucking freestyle gone
You can't do shit, cannot even freestyle, god
Catch my flows bitch, imma fuckin cease your heart
Yeah i froze it, yeah the fucking beat might stop
You got carried, 4 bars by a feature, dawg
Better get the priest, make em pray to the gods
Cause yo petty ass talentless life is gone
Little Jake, little bitch, little dick, cannot mix
You a fake, fucking prick, you ain't sick, you are shit
Moral of the story, you're the musty armpits
If i can't diss then why you tryna start that shit
I never won a beef but you're body is my feast
Yeah ill break your fucking skull cause your shawty I will steal
Then ill dump her with you in a fucking grave
I ain't even close to finished, I just fucking started mane
You'll go ghost

[Verse 4: Johnny G]

[Verse 5: Radiation]

[Verse 6: Ghosty Boi]