here you go

Profit huh? Should have seen this come’n
Well? I see in your future a scared bitch runnin
I'll have you witnessing you own death like you swapped brains with Cleo(Tells the future)
with rhymes this lethal casualty will always remain unequalled
You spit rhymes with lines that make P. Diddy crap shine
I could spit with no punches and you still couldnt touch mines
Hitting profit like a hallucination, its time you start facin
you couldnt be blazin if your rhymes were watched like star gazing
I've mastered these forces, I smash you and leave you nauseous
fuck spittin heat, I spit flames like I'm equipped with torches
I split wigs with axes, knockin you off your axis
with cannons blasting, proven anti-passive you'll be leaving in a casket