i got punch-lines, like time, they all around the clock,
despite new crime pervention, i still run you amoc,
i cant belive that you battle record almost is your age,
i'll make it happen, one more battle, more carnage,
your as lyrical as a blank CD, rush you lines like ectasy,
couldn't come close, if you was stood next to me,
i bury you in deaths backet, im cold like alaskans,
see so many emcees dead, i feel like closed caskets,
weezy snupz, RB life about as long as porn MPEGS,
no sense, so i siphon his flow in drips an dregs,
im full of substance, it like i got diamond tip flows,
i never knew my first battle, was ME vs weak show,
you should've ducked, dont wanna hear your quacks,
go in to films, you convinced me that wacknes is an act,
16 lines, two at a time, will lead to your demize,
im pupiling you, is what i see through my eyes,