Check it...

Ma dopeness gonna leave ya gaspin', like 2 double-gauges blastin
Lyrical razas smashin' unmaskin, ya death, Ima fuckin' assassin

Ya a guy, but a mopin' dyke, announcin' ya rim jobs like it was Open Mic*
Ya don' have a hope sight, ya can' match ma unbroken might
Take ya 3-0 record like a stolen bike, Ima smash ya like ya was a broken light

Ya, u a Student*, but ya steppin on broken glass, I rip herbs too fast
Ya undeated record is now tha past, ya rhymes are jus' a pile of broken mass

Nigga, now ya got ma shi' started, don' commit suicide, ya should know Im cold-hearted
Asses are ya target, but emceez check ma verse, n' leave yo's disregarded

Ya record is flyin, but tha's where it ends, now ya dyin
Mt.Sickness-minded Ima climbin, an' ya jus' walkin ya ass back ta RHODE ISLAND!!

A'igh' kets see how this shi' goes down...