I no longer hit wit bullets just *ROCKETS*, and leave battles closed like neclace *LOCKETS/
rip ya arms out the *SOCKETS*, beat you senseless with'em till ya face is pushed in like *POCKETS/
no change of TOPIC, all ya text and audio is *NONSENSE*, it could never prosper over my treacherous *CONTENTS/
this battle will be won and closed like a *LOCK-IN*, I wouldn't say it was a KO but a TKO the way ya body got hit and lyrically *KNOCKED-IN/
yo rhymes are outta style and forgot like the word *JOSHIN!!!/
I keep *ON* runnin catz over and jumpin on *DOMES* like PRIEST *HOLMES/
Check mah *BARS* you're not able to defeat this rising *STAR*, I haven't even spit the minimum and beatin you by *FAR/
I got more chrome than a Big Tymer's #1 stunna *CARS/
I *BLAST* so *FAST* olympic judges couldn't clock how quickly I whipped dat *ASS/
Your fuckin *TRASH* i turn punks to *ASH* with a Rhyme *MASS*, of *1000 KILOGRAMS* to smoke you faster then lime green *GRASS/