Its a quick spit Mix, of n Assaultin emcee addin [Flour-to-the Batter]
You about as recognized in this forum, as the world Recognizes "Matter"
You rhymin bout yo chedder, n spittin the same shit over whos better
you beat me yo lips bein redder, n when referin to both lips there also wetter

Im drivin you lyrically insane,The sad part is im usin only 1/2 of my Membrane
If rap had a slayor, than be happy your added to the poll count of bein Slain
you lack any real game, when i came on this forum i was like whats his name?
your more raps Substance of snay,i can sniff you faster than n 8 ball of Cocaine

You keep runnin the same lies, like you this panther wit 9 lives
you better realize, jus like yo mom deals "Blow" i can have her son sniffin Lines
Don you understand about yo rhymes, this spit started half past nine
yo lines faded wit my vibe, about as visible as n asian openin his eyes

You wont ever own a lexus, so im gonna keep you disrespected
im bein resurrected, n enjoyin n yo eyes watchin my image be reflected
Im spittin this shit wreckless, you more of a nightlight pussy sleepin Restless
you keep starin off like a menance, doin a "Head-count" like yo fav word is Census

aight, finished it up holla back