i have to spit now, cuz i gotta go to work so

I spit heat to ya skin till it's FORMIN A BURN/
Then silence you, make you a corpse, before ya lips begin FORMIN CURSE/
If you kill me, I'll make a post MORTEM RETURN/
Wit my rap book, attached wit a lesson plan for you IN ORDER TO LEARN/
I'm crossing the line of Ill, Till it's BORDER IS BURNED/
I'll Make Millions off each line, While you be lucky to have QUARTERS TO EARN/
My Judgement:Your Weak. Now the COURT IS ADJOURNED/
I Usually sell rhymes, but i'm fucking you up for free, leaving whores on the CORNER CONCERNED/