i'll have this man backslapped till he lapse into coma//
kill him, and use seran wrap to trap the aroma//
let me have the pleasure, of blasting ya drastic measures, at rapping by battling with pistols packed 80 caliber, half the measure//*
This furious flame spitter is purely insane//
enough to burrow with needles in you, and leave urine in veins//
I got the conceptual techniques of a sculpter and painter//
you got the conceptual techniques of a woman in labor//**
You see the win ain't fo you to claim//
you gon get ate in this battle, like the candy brand you chose for a name//
You don't know bout pistols, your an obvious gun dummy//
I'm iller than the nigga you ducked, so you should probaly run from me//***

***he ducked a cat in a battle, didn't show up.
**a play on the word conceive, like how easy it is for an artist to come up with concepts, and the fact that a woman in labor needs help to conceive and it comes out messy in the end. you get it.
*a 40 cal=80 caliber half the measure.