aiight check it....<<this is why my flow is furious>>
im gonna drink this "whiskey" make u rest in peace//
ya rhymes are like crimes cops arrest him please//
keep on talkin nigga ill grab my tech and drop ya set//
plus i stay in ya gurls mouth more than crest & aquafresh//
my verse to this child is a stack of verbs in a pile//
somethin sick gonna happen like a perv when he smile//
im'a hit u with an "oxypad" leave u a maimed cripple//
you a lame "pimple" cuz i see u runnin like the A.I.M symbol//
my spits release a spoken heat that rips and tweaks ya lips and teeth//
this is beef ?!?! well i agree..your "iller" but only cuz your "sick of me"//
does whiskey "pump dope" ?..cuz im gonna "bag" this chumps hopes//
his lines are all "played out" like a really "old bag of jump ropes"//
and when the O-zone dies whiskey will mean alot-to-my-ass//
cuz you'll be the first to suck dick through a oxygen-mask//
my curses is felt...be happy i aint hurtin ya health//
if u seen this rhyme comin u would "re-verse" yaself//
erase-his-craps..you dont even have adjacent-raps//
i'd write the "truth on my dick" an make u "face-the-facts"//
war of the crazies..im gore-in this baby..too bored to amaze me//
my spits are hurtin..which is certain..ya skills is more of a maybe//
i track a scheme you lack a team my flows "dope" u get "cracked like fiends"//
u cant clap this king...ya punches aint hitting me when u smackin ya screen//
my sick rhymes..wit slick lines..makes AIDS insane//
i'll leave ya "nerves tied" like i "braided your veins"//
my graphics in spittin are placid when flippin im clappin this kitten//
you cant reach my level..what? u thought that only happened to midgets?//
faggot i own my own rhymes and whiskeys hatin this holder//
cuz u keep "vibrators" in you like "play-station controllers"//
i'll break this hoe in..spit flows that quake the ocean//
and make ya spine lean back like a matrix motion//
i spit 30 lines figured that was enough...
~1~