my lines come ill n rip emcees, like the claws of wolveriens,
ya rhymes aint real like special effects on blue screens,
your rhymes are whack and off the charts like britanty spears,
im like freddy kruegur im in your dreams but cauzing you fears,
I come ill like like kids witht he flu taking child tyelonol,
punches hit you so hard that you go uncoinscous then dye-n-fall,
you couldnt spit ill wit a case of SARZ or even the west nile,
ya lines are weak and breakable, like glass they call em frag-Ile,
and im so tight like girls that are virgins you cant touch my style,
ill leave you dead and out of breath thats why u got 911 on speed dial....