Before ya start buggin, put ya rhymes together smoother
I'm slashin ya apart more violently than freddy kruger
Hah-PMs bitch, it must be "that time of the month"
You're hysterical, you've gone crazy, claimin this as your "won"
What's wit n' ur bro? You guys got family secrets to hide?
Put you two next to eachother, damn, ya'll worse than bonnie and Clyde
You have no clue of what's goin on, you like a blind-girl in the circus
Mother Goose could have helped ya with ya lines, yet you still wouldn't have the proper-verses

I'm the lyrical killa, wish fullfilla, you won't back down afta this verse i've written, will ya?


iight now my greatest work but let the voting begin