im "ill wit punches" like "open wounds" on "knuckles of mental patients"//
your jaw will "drop so far off" like ur "blood cells" were never "related"//

ill inject "methylamine gas" into ur blood stream "putting u to sleep"//
the "oxygen" u breath will "devour your cells" leavin u "six feet deep"// (if they mix they will turn to fire)

my "rhymes" are "HIV positive" thats why theyre so "ill"//
theyll "distort" your "white blood cells" makin u have "graphic horrors to kill"// (HIV kills white blood cells)

ill "blast" u in your "head" givin ur "brain" a sound resemblin a "lisp"// (retarded)
u winnin dis battle is "luda" without the "cris"// (luda means crazy)

take ya "picture" up close so i can get a good "vision"//
grab it, swallow it whole, gag my self, then "spit an image"//