You’ll watch as I get attention from the media
For writing more raps than words in the encyclopedia
You can’t even touch my criteria without being infected
With strains of dangerous bacteria, raw talent is respected
Punching me with lines that haven’t connected, misdirected
My lyrics are groovin, it’s a proven scientific law like gravity
Bomb your city then shoot bullets of lead to your chest cavity
These raps are of my own creation, spreading through a nation
Like hurricane vibrations, you want to battle, name the location
This challenge is won, I’ll break the 206 bones in your skeleton
If my rhymes miss, I’ll rig you up with 50 tons of blasting gelatin
I got you sized up with metric measure, you got a small anatomy
You’re fucked rookie who just graduated from the rhyme academy
U still think u have da advance den why ur telloing me
to ASS// (HA HA HA)
iam not taking it easy even if u was an baby i still rape yo ass.//
even if u do make an punchline u cant punch me u'll be missing like iam THE GHOST//
i'll have my rhymes on lock on u like an cobra on yo throat//

I’m the punch line connector and I’m out to destroy your cloning vector
Your like a blooming flower and I’m like the killer bee stealing the nectar
A dihybrid cross between man and a rapping machine and your not seen