Im bout to murder this Hindu…lol.
check his picks
See when I bring the beef spul runs back to his religion//
Have him praying to Allah, but I mite not forgive ~ him//
I spit ill shit out of dis world, when im in Extra Terrestrial form//
Kid ur weak I could have murdered u wit a sympathetical~poem//
fucked around on dis computer, like im verbally havin cyber~sex//
while you’re here to kill newbs egos, im here to inspire~vets//
spul thinks hes HELLA DOPE becuz he strectches his lines//
but while Im levitating my skills, your record just declines//
my lyrical sword and shield will soon revile my true skills//
im forced to kill when my force field brings ur rhymes to a yield//
kid im a Master of Ceremony and u think you a Mic Checca//
u merked me? ur liar, so get on ur knees and pray to meeca//
you truly reppin your crew, brining lyrics to destruction//
MM jus blow up in ur crews face, causing havoc & corruption //