I'm about tah revoke your whack shit with duel hits from tha full clip
Bitch search for me in tha "restroom" cuz I'm known to drop "hot shit"
Dismantle your entire "vertabrae" so I can really get on you "nerves"
stab you to death with a "fork" and "knife" so you know you got "served"
Your heart goes on permanent pause, the crowd applause when I hit you with the metaphors
face the loss, as I beat your unconscious with steel rods so you can feel these bars
Strapped with bionic arms and saliva that melts your lyrical punches still cant be felt
Mutitilate your mental state and have you disappearing quicker that the XFL
you still wouldn't SHYNE if you done his jail term wearing a neon jacket
while my lines are tighter than the ones on pete samprass's tennis racquet