i got stupid heat, but not the kind the friction makes when you beatin yo meat,
the kind that willl set flames upon yo tung when yo spittin to beats,
your obselete, the only way you'll be a victor is if your crowned in defeat,
i kill all m.cs on dees microphones,
i'll kill you repeatidly like physco clones,
i spit cuurents, and your rymes dont even flow,
be the end of this rap i'll get yo ass runin lilke your nose,
i was hungry until i just ate you up,
now im stuffed like the crust that they serve at pizza hut