Wit this verse im gonna embrace wit lyrical Napalm
erase ur face, leave u nothin but burnin shit, i rip ur psalms
im gonna leave ur dead and forgotten, dissed and no respect
son, dont hate me, aint my fault ur a victim of child neglect
And i fink ur suspect, they way u look, u made from insest
Ima stamp on u, and leave u lookin like a squashed insect
Talk of guns and violence, but u never toched the chrome
my pens my nine,and these lyrics invade ur mind its, and they pop ur dome
Ur verse was off, ur rymes dont ryme, and no ur lyrics aint shine
ur flow dont flow,give up now, look take ur momma razor and slice ur vains
my lines kiiled u more then any nine, and dont preach shit
wot u havent lived, cause im lookin through u, consider ur self lyriclly hit