Never thought to be in ya prime like even digits on the Number Line//
Cept for TWO times you confided within the rhymes writtin in other Emcee's minds //
Take a loss, for a second maybe you though you had a hot spit//
Let me clear the confusion, and put an end to this bum's bitch talkin//
Face it you're losin, you beatin me, is like a blood crip walkin//
Because I'm sick thats not the reason you begin coughin//
Now l.a.y.d has A.I.D.S, shouldnta had ya fudge knocked in//
Gay Lines might be played, but what's that say about layd//
Read it yaself he wants to penetrate me in unorthodox ways//
Im an orthodox youth , my manhood block ya flame (fag)//
Like women around you , I like to keep ya cock away//
Bad luck I dont fear it, because when I rap I crush hectic Spirits//
But If ya Ghost I can't bust ya so I send telekenetic lyrics//
Through The Mind's eye, I can supply prison torture tactics//
It's all in ya head coz when the facts hit, thats when shit happens//
But I rap like Insomniacs coz my rhymes rarely fade to black//
I'm made to attack, You can't rewind time after you relapse, so I play it back//
And just watch the ways you react, Now it's time to find where they pay me at//
Stuck in the hospital, black and blue similar to Navy Hats//
In conclusion it's conclusive that this lame is gonna lose it//
It's been proven that improvin his game is only good enough for losin//