Yo..Yo...

Adominal blows from these lyrical punches got you on the
operating table, Comical flows, spitting in verbal bunches, got you into a mystical fable/ Playa you ain't able, to comprehend my vocab when I'm spittng into solitude, You comical? Your flows baghdad, reason enough why my lryical drops be bombing you/
Lyrically stopming you, my thought patterns equal biohazards
I'ma fucking phenomenon, like your girls day-job get on your knees and let R-Rated spit some cum upon/ With acidic tongue spits leaving your dome split, flipt this script, underachieved with this battle of verbal conflicts, Bitch!/

~R~