i hit him so hard, his name goes back to its rightful state,
his pofile, so much detail, you could turn it inot a debate,
140 lbs, soon about to be spit roasted, cooked an finished,
left, as hot as his left arm* he get toasted till disminished,
punches infiltrate you loss record, until it entered like pussy,
last word, last line defined you, im sorry, but i cant be fussy,
after this line i won, the last bar will just be a filler,
i lyrically rape an murder you, like im a raping killer,
yous like a mudslide you, dont belong to anywere near the top,
so you get sent back down, hittin harder, than drums in rock,