Ill spit on point to stab ya and leave ya with internal battle scars
ya fear me while ya trapped in my cell cuz ya cant escape my bars
this 1 0n 1 beef ya "fail" so dont try to "pass" this test
Ill be stickin to this vicious victory like gum under desk
i think ya gettin out of line like drunk cats tryin to walk straight
ya off target ya stats are "low" and ya losin meters at a "high" rate
ya flows are so diluted ya peeps disowned ya and left ya to stray
they reek so bad like bad breath ya whole life startin to decay
beatin me ya mentally ill in the head ya demented n derranged
ya punches are more broke than a hobo lookin for loose change
i dont waiste time to murder you while you over loafed
like the computer im killin ya on ya "micro" "soft"