yo a vantriliquist lirycist, well that exactly wat it seems,
wat im staten is yo rymes u dont be makin theres a ghost writer deep within the scenes,
so im gonna make like CSI and detect where this textual rymers lab is at,
then im gonna crush his whole thesis and toss him out dis verbal habitat,
imagine that, cuzim a ill rymer, crime fighter, lyrical mc.guiver,
but you still couldnt get my flows if they were an adidiction,
cuz my rymes cumn hotta than condums maken friction,
but you couldnt face the facts if you was confronted by fiction,
my prediction, is that you shouldnt be on this sight cuz yo pitiful,
then i'll take all yo hoes,cuz i turn mo heads than a physical,
look you makin me spit first so you time to flee,
but i'll chop off yo knees so you cant run from me,
now lets see how this cool guy handles him self under da pressure,
cuz im like an SAT that will lyrically test ya.


aight look that was off the top off the head so keep that in mind