fine... i'll spit first then

my rhymes pure bred,original//
my spits//
lit on fire by a arsonist//
there so ill you'll need a pharmacist//
ma hand red from blood//
my rhymes cause a motherf**king lyrical flood//
spittin so fast// lyricall knifes cutting into the past//
they find your oh so sad child hood//
cut it up so you never existed//
looked ya up in the lyrical phonebook//
you werent even listed!//