“Automatik”..feel my static, from my “infernal spark”,
knock ya “lights out” with punches, so you endure “eternal dark”.
My “electric lines” “conduct” your skeptic rhymes…leave you with a “shocked” verse.
Cuz like real “Automatik”s he always gets “cock”ed first!
I take your brain out, “shuffle” it like cards, and destroy-your genes,
And have your mind “out of order”..like broken vend-ing-machines!
The lyrical assassin has come to snipe the bitch fast,
this herb would make more sense, if he stuck the mic to his ass.
I kill you with metaphors, in this one-sided strife,
and “steal your spirit” easily, cuz I’m “takin ya life”!
Vote for yourself..that’s permitted..but I still win-though,
cuz “you cant see me” like I was behind a tinted win-dow!
Your “punches cant touch me”, you’re a weak and “calm-hitter”,
cuz I sore “over your numbers” quick, like a “thermom-eter”.
I bash your body on the side of the street, and make your bones start sparking,
so your remains and blood can douse the curb red, for “zones for no parking”!
“Scratch your egoism”, as I leave “scars on your pride”,
and “pull you down to the bottom of the page”, like the scroll bar on the side!
“Strangle this bitch, choke him” and hold his breath…put a louse on his fame,
have his face turnin “blue”, like when you put the mouse on his name.

-Look at his profile, youll get it.