my delivery be mathematikal no time fo chivalry
break neak ability ill serial kill shit...give me the mic bitch...ill finish
u all quick//
makin ur jaw split leave u faggots unconscience makin u nausious
its constant confusion when im spittin u losin//...so now u choosin ta give up doc fo the show shut down an u hear my glock pop

who needs 6 lines I jus drop gems like dimes
this is my time..to shine..hit ur knees like ur prayin to muh shrine

My shit to listeners is like a cigi to a first time smoker direct head-rush,
Emcees talk too much about guns why don’t you just live with a bullet inside n get a lead-rush,
If you that hard then don’t take it out n let the lead-rust,
My lyrics leave you questioning yo-self like problems that are mathematical,
I am anything besides practical,
fuck with me n I’m a crack-yo-skull.

"anythin less would be uncivilized" thats what they call my mental lines its like commitin lyric crimes//
link ties to different times unleash these mad verbal strays
i miss its deadly.. u could u a high-top fade//
leavin tha maid ta discover u blood in pools looks kinda cool
the way i bittle battle.. blood bubbles like tittle-tattle//
poppin lines like cowboys herd cattle
only one shot it takes ta rattle lets end this silly battle//
fo i have ta spattle off another ryhme ta combat ur dreary style
fuck it last line clear no time to quiver extrordinary ability i deliver//

fuck i'm tired of readin posts from this bitch ass crew mathamatikal propheciez,
nun a yaw wanna face lyrical hypotheses,
cuse i'm a break off yo knees,
and deliver blows to yo head leading to skull fractures,
shatter yo spine and it cant be fixed not even by a cairo-practer(dont know how to spell),
emcees just sit back and watch how i lyrically actack-ya

both of ya are garbage, and i my strike won't be my maximum/
Sounding like lil bow wow with that kiddie battling/
Ya'll actors, and ain't big enough to put up a fight/
Why give it to u, if I can show you the light/
Mathmatikal Propheciez, tell me what 2 dummies equal/
Probably the sum of a another Charlie's Angels sequel

yo this cat the opposite of dope,
havin rhymes better then me u can only hope,
oh u wanna go complex with yo lyrical contents,
i have u livin on yo last breath,
u best betta bag me fo yo forgiveness while u still got time left,
u cant even understand my lyrical concept

Pathetic, Generic, This is all I'm hearing.
What happened to Talent its clearly Dissapearing.
Thank God For Men-dez coming in to Mend-this
Once you step into my vibe the Feeling Good is endless
Give it one more shot Son Feel It in you Heart, Start.
Try to play the Part, Sharp. Stand Alone - Apart.

Men-dez, u need the stop with those commercial rhymes/
I gave u the time, but that's not even worth six lines/
None of u niggaz don't want heat from the kid/
Get ya hit and lit the same time, that i'm bout to spit/
My irrelevant spark, cause a bullet wound in ur heart/
It sinks in but the last line will rip you apart/

pussy, no one can touch the kid!!!

Yo Showtime, its true Your Irrelevance is Certain.
But I'm the show stopper about to drop your Curtain!
The only thing commercial I got Is a Left Hook!
Ohh Damn..You see That! Thats your Jaw I just Took!
So take it easy, Compromise. Its not your fault your Disguised-
A No Talent Suicidal, your rhymes belong on American Idol!

i fuck up both of u emcees,
as of right now this instant both of uz my enemies,
u both wack ass rappers with simple vocabulary,
my lines revolutionary make yo face look like its been thru a blender,
i am that rappin hip hop splender,
i am the champion ur just a contenter

these rhymes are infamous, nigga get a hold of ur bible/
I ain't suicidle nigga, but I can turn genocidle/
Kill u cause ur garbage, then take away ur shitty title/
Kiss my feet, both of u niggaz, cause i'm ur fuckin idol/
Ya'll ain't nothin, powderpuff pussies, rappin like whussies/
In plus ur frontin, with enough power for u to push me/

Men-dez, u garbage just stop

this just a shit talk "cypher", i get mo fire from my "lighter"//
do'n all this school gurl bicker'n call'n urself a writer//

oh forgot the otha "lines"//
look at the pic i'ma pothead it easily slips my "mind"//
just look and u will "find", theres more of ur "kind"//
can't battle,write,sound like dick but say they rap all the "time"//

you fuckin stupid whore
cant even remember wut u posted for
run outa lines so u skip n come back 4 more
your a bore, n ur rhymes R all pore
i'll smack yo ass back through u door
cuz u wont belong, i do, dats why i soar