here you Go

Dual Spits, like cruel hits, I spit lyrics that are complicating
Annihilating emcees in my tracks, leavin your skeleton discombobulated
Young I utter the sickness to have you throwin up organs like malnutritioned asians
U aint in the least bit phazin, I could torch you like Joan of Arc, you still wouldnt be blazin
you hold three -6's- until ya petty ass winds up on-a-crucifix
and use my -5- fingers individually to give you separate outcomes on "facial-lifts"
Too bad your death is gonna be so painful
Yes, its gonna hurt more then when Kobe gave that bitch anal
You are no challenge, i rip through you wit more force then scallions
I'm ill when spitten, you’ll bite jus to feel like you was prewritten