The lyrics I attain contain enough butane and propane to disinegrate your brain/
The pain of reign I bring with my lyrical rain and thunder, maintain my ill rap game/
I spit divine ill rhymes with malignant lines to confine that I am beyond sublime/
Leave mcs behind my mind, with words hard to define, cause they are undermine/
With ill spits and scripts I rip, flip, crush cats with lyrics that they cant decript/
Leavin them decrpyt from head splits, beatin the mic into a bitch it had a terrets fit/
Spit toughness also bringin the roughness, makin you feel like guys with no arms I'm "touchless"/
Dont brush this I will bring the ruckus, spit enough to fill buckets and leavin you sayin forget DA, fuck this/
Leavin this battle the victor, with enough riptures to stop ya flow like broken bathroom fixtures/
I could show the broken picture, its a "L", the way I left ya spine from this deadly spits of mixtures/