“Yo man your good!” said with a hint of sarcasm…
Stick my keyboard in your ear and give your brain an orgasm.


Look,

I’ll rearrange with cats diaphragm and mainframe….
You couldn’t stay on “track” if you were conducting a train…
You’re a nobody…on the rap map you’re just a stain…
While I elevate and levitate above the game like David Blaine..
Every time I spit I’ll melt your skin like acid rain…
Eliminate your next of kin, cause your fam generations of pain..

It’s a must that you hear of me..
Cut open your skull, remove that wack section surgically….
This emcee is probably guilty of prudery….
Inject you like infected needles hypodermically…
You couldn’t physically or mentally move me even if you were Hercules.

Yo in world-renowned….
You couldn’t even hold the mic if it was half a pound..
Your like mutt and im the Baskerville hound…(Sherlock Holmes Story)